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[trilluminati]

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[trilluminati]

Oh, thank god.

[ Doc doesn't exactly give you a heads up before he shoots things through your neck. ]

Aiight, deal. I could get down with that.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Good, cuz I'm not leav'n you till you're out cold and comfortable.

[For kicks, he reaches over and flicks the hood up, ruffling Q's braids through the fabric.]

Take it easy, kid.

[trilluminati]

Hey, you too. Lemme know if you need Mika. And watch the hair.

[ Like a cat, Q is going to have to spend an hour or two preening now. ]

Love you, momma bear. Keep the cap'n cool for me.

[oldfashionedfutureboy]

Love you too, baby bear.

[And just for that ri-goddamn-diculous exchange he leans over to pull the kid into a quick hug before he stands to go.]