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It would appear Sawyer got restless during one of Claire's outings.

He's going to be in so much trouble.

Anyway, here he is in a booth, having managed to make his way down the stairs without falling. He's dressed only in a pair of jeans and wrapped in a couple of blankets that occasionally shift so that you can see the green scaly skin that has completely taken over his right side. His hand on that side is still missing, as are a couple of toes now.

A plate of dry toast sits nearby. He attempted to eat, but that just wasn't happening.

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Perfect sense, his ass. He'll drop it, though.

For now.

"About a week ago, I reckon. Just thought was a cold to begin with."

He holds up his right arm, which ends at the wrist. "Then, this shit started happenin'."

Well, in my expert opinion...

good luck, Sawyer.

He sighs. "I reckon, if worse comes to worse, I could just join the Dead Folks Club with you. Y'all have a secret clubhouse or anything?"

Not that I'm aware of, but you're welcome to join, anyway...

[she grins at him]

A weak chuckle. "We'll see. I might have to answer to Claire if I do, though. She might take offense to me dyin' after all the work she's put into keep me alive."

"Claire, Claire...you're going out with Claire who has Seth?"

A smile and simply, "Yeah."

[she smiles back]

Pretty girl. Nice, sweet. Wouldn't have picked her for your type, but...

Well done, m'dear.

"I don't think anybody would've pick her for me. More'n a couple have decided I needed lectures on how to treat her."

He shrugs. "We work, though."

"Believe you me, I am one of the last people who is going to lecture you about lovers and how to treat them."

"If I remember right, you ain't got nothing to worry about. I remember getting treated pretty damn well."

[she crinkles her nose at him and grins]

Thank you.

Another chuckle, a little stronger this time. "So, how about you? Who's keeping you occupied these days?"

Indiana Jones. And the Princess Josiane from my world.

[Pretty smile there, innocent, guiless, happy and...just a little bit smug]

He smiles a little at Indy's name... and grins at Josiane's. "Nice."

Oh, I think so too...I'll leave you to your scales, Sawyer, see you around.

[with a smile and a flirt, the slender young lady is walking away]

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