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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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"Would you give me a little of your hair, please?"

"A little of my... 'scuse me?"

"A little of your hair. It doesn't have to be much. Just a strand of it."

He's aware that it souns pretty strange and looks uneasy.

"I would trade for something, but, you see, I'm a dog..."

"What you need my hair for?"

That had to come. And now? Trust this man? No.

"I need some human hair to cast a spell against the demon bunnies."

He looks skeptical. "Except I might not exactly be human at the moment."

Serena hasn't said anything about the illness when they were talking about the ritual. He's not really sure if this will change anything. But better to have some hair and ask her again than blowing the whole thing of.

"I don't think that will matter to the bunnies. -I'm aware they don't have top priority at the moment, but we can't let them sieze the opportunity to spread even more, you know." He's trying to let it sound official and succeeds quite well.

With a sigh, he reaches up and plucks out a strand of hair. He starts to hand it over and pauses with the hair still out of the dog's reach. "If I end up regretting this, I will come looking for you. And, I know a goddess or two who could make things real nasty for you."

"You won't regret it, I promise. I'll be forever in your debt."

At last, he's saying something he really means and so it sounds sincere, too.

"Good." He lets the hair drop from his fingers.

Gaspode catches it, before it even has the slightest chance to tuouch the ground. Carefully, carefully. He holds it in his mouth like a precious jewel and tries not to salivate at all.

"Pfanks", he mumbles and is gone.

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