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[stilljustandrew]

Two figures emerge from the corridor that leads to the Security Office, moving slowly. It's Ava Wilson and Andrew Wells; they seem tired, or stiff, or dizzy, or possibly all three.

Wait.

Make that three figures. Sort of.

Perched on Andrew's shoulder, alert and looking around, is a familiar arachnoid shape.



[Two pups, two muns. Tag either or both!]

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[jonathanparagon]

Jonathan looks at him hard.

"Drink your water, then you're going - not home, upstairs, so Baby can stay with you. You need to sleep."

[stilljustandrew]

"I'm fine," Andrew protests feebly.

"I will send the mobile unit with him," Baby promises, overriding him.

[jonathanparagon]

"I will put you to sleep and carry you", Jonathan threatens, lightly but meaning every word, with a smile directed at the mobile unit. "Or you can walk."

[stilljustandrew]

"... that's really not gonna be necessary." Sheepish. "I'll walk."

[jonathanparagon]

"Good", is the cheerful response. "You're heavy."