IC: Relief flooded through Palms as the seemingly crazed slig bounded off outside the medical hut. The pain in his spine began to null as he managed to slig himself back into his pants. Palms turned and eyed the slig (Hobar) that pulled the other slig (Fromage) off of him. He was a little too angry to show much graditude towards the slig.
"Thanks," Palms managed to say too Hobar. He streched and yawned off the last bit of the sleep medication. Only now did Palms relieve that the pavilion smelled like expired scrab cakes. He turned to Hobar. His anger edging away, he managed to be a little nicer to the slig.
"This place smells like the sewers. I'm going to step outside. My name is Palms by the way."
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