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As Continued from Nexus....
Jul. 9th, 2009 10:31 pm"Really." Fascinating behavior, Crane vows to, um, 'study' it further, and in greater detail. Much. "...My apologies for doubting you."
Have a sigh, Joker, a sigh of great disappointment and long suffering genius pain. "Yes, ow. Come along, I have a first aid kit in one of my hideouts..." Among other things.
Crane fiddles for his PIN (in the shape of a small novelty skull, wouldn't you know), punching in home coordinates, and opens a none-too-shabby portal to an attic-apartment with a bed, a fridge, tables full of chemicals, a box full of books, and a throw rug that's weirdly psychedelic and kind of looks like a melted rainbow. Go figure.
"After you."
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He wanders over to him, his hand sliding off the back of the chair. He stands close to him, not one that understands personal space.
The Clown goes again to his tip-toes, raising an unmarred finger, "...Accepted." He punctuates with a gentle tap to his Doctor's hidden nose. Or, where he's pretty sure his nose is.
He just grins. He hearts you, Crane, and your perpetual irritation. He looks at the PIN, idly wondering where he put his own, and then to the portal. With a light skip, he steps in and glances around with mirth.
"Groovy."
