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Oh, it's perfect. I could open my eyes most of the way today and everything.

Did you see it??

Very proud. An accomplishment to be sure.

Beautiful and terrible and imprinted on my mind forever.

I can just tell my face bones are going to be exactly where face bones should be, by the end.

But mostly beautiful, right?
[...] Didn't worry you too much?

Edited (Oh Wait Maybe People were Actually Worried: A Tybalt Zettler realization, 3 moments ago) 2019-11-05 00:41 (UTC)

They'd better. You've got a lot riding on those face bones, handsome.

Eh. Debatable.

[...] I worried a completely normal amount.

Well. If they don't, I can only assume they'll gel back into an even better arrangement. My one future can't fail me this way.

[...] And got some ideas, I hope? Just a few months, it's your turn to knock me into a pole.

You implying that there's room for improvement? You sure you want to go with that?

Don't need them. And I don't trust anyone but me to cause you grievous bodily harm.

Oh
You're right. Hang on.
Re-do: this only accentuates what was already perfect, and blue's a good color on me, actually.

You're the best at it.
[...] It wasn't so bad.

Much better. Very convincing. Blue is definitely your color.

Hon, that thing cracked your chest cavity like a pistachio.

Just a little bit.
[...] Hey, but Laszlo gave me a potion, and either it's going to make my head turn into bees, or I won't get debilitating brain injury later on, so all's not lost.

Fly swatted you right into the goal post.

Could be both. One cranium full of very chill bees.

Now you're just rubbing it in!

And you know? If that's my brain, I'd be happy. Would you still love me if I just buzzed.

Too soft of a word.

If it's a nice, mellow buzz? Yeah, sure. You'll be real soothing.

I will cluster by your head and buzz you to sleep and never sting you not one time.

Val's making me heal the bruises for Quodpot, though, so if you'd like any photographic evidence...

You're my favorite.

You sure you're done entertaining your many admirers?

Well I don't want to be, that was a really fun consequence.
But for you.

Have to be careful not to overdo on that one. Stagger your beatings. Don't want to let the tragic invalid routine get old.

You're too good to me. I'll be quick.