THE FLUFF CORNER

[wolfintheattic]

NO LONGER IN USE

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[toothaches]

Sort of, yeah...I guess you could call it that!

[iamnotfast]

I will scan you for blood type now.

[toothaches]

Oh--you don't have to! It's just...any kind will do. For me, I mean.

_{[It's not like he can stop him.]}

[iamnotfast]

Scan complete.

I will now locate a suitable donor.

[toothaches]

Wooah woah! _{[Frantic hand waving!]} You don't have to do that! I can do that myself!

[iamnotfast]

You do not require assistance in: locating a donor for your transfusion? Are you sure?

[toothaches]

Yes! I am so sure! Somebody might see you! You're, uh...sort of my responsibility.

_{[Maurice just has no problem talking to this giant balloon nurse thing as if it were a person.]}

[iamnotfast]

... But you are my patient. Patients are the responsibility of the medical practitioner.

[toothaches]

Oh, I'm not a patient! I'm...testing you. I was told to check you out and make sure you're not some kind of killer robot. I'm just fine!

[iamnotfast]

There are no malfunctions detected.

But your scans indicate you are not 'just fine'.

[toothaches]

Now wait just a minute! Who's the vampire expert here, you or me?

[iamnotfast]

...



I am not a vampire expert.

[toothaches]

There ya go! So, don't worry! We cool?

[iamnotfast]

I am operating at optimal temperatures. Your body temperature is exceptionally low.

We are not cool. You are cool.

1/3

[toothaches]

I'm gonna take that as a compliment. Okay, time for you to go back in the box.

_{[And then Maurice invites himself to shove the strange balloon man backward against his loading dock.]}

2/3

[copzilla]

<sub>[During this whole hullabaloo, the heard the crunch of tires on gravel most likely went unheard--or at least unmentioned. A door slammed and tired, tired steps stumped up the front steps. The door opened as she fucking lived here and didn't have to knock.]

[A short, red-headed woman with bags under her eyes bustles in and coughs harshly into her fist.]</sub>

I feel like garbage, can we order ou--

_{[Why was her roommate hugging a...a blow-up doll?]}

3/3

[toothaches]

_{[Maurice's entire brain screams.]}

THIS IS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE.

oh my gOD sjkdfhsdjk;

[iamnotfast]

[This is familiar. Why does no one ask what his shut down protocols are.]

[He tries to protest, but his head is being shoved down. More and more. And when the stranger walks in, he lifts a hand as best he can to wave at them.]

Hello-!

1/2

[copzilla]

Maurice, WHAT the hell is--IT TALKS. You got one that TALKS?

_{[Sorry, Baymax, but she's just going to stare at you in horror. And cough. But mostly stare in horror.]}

2/2

[toothaches]

Merandaaaaaaa, it's not like that!

_{[He finally stops trying to shove the nurse bot back into his charging pod and gestures to him in exasperation.]}

YOU tell her!

[iamnotfast]

[Well, he does just. Stand on his charging station. But that doesn't mean he's going to deflate into it yet.]

[He tilts his head instead.]

You are coughing. Are you experiencing respiratory distress?

[copzilla]

<sub>[Meranda blinks. The sex robot is concerned for her health? Has Maurice been feeling SUPER NEGLECTED or something?]

[But she coughs again and clears her throat loudly.]</sub>

You could say that.

[iamnotfast]

I will scan you now.

[And BEEP BOOP he blinks a few times as the scan runs, completely nonplussed by the accusation of being a sex doll.]

[copzilla]

That's nice but--WOAH! Hey! Keep your beep boops to yourself! I don't want any part of this!

<sub>[Meranda holds up her hands as if to cover herself. Meanwhile, her roomie just covers his face with his hands.]

[Baymax's systems would find that she has one NASTY cold that could head into a flu if she's not careful!]</sub>

[iamnotfast]

Scan complete.

Attention: You are suffering from a strong strain of the common cold. Rest and fluids are suggested. If not treated, the virus can mutate into: the flu.