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[liprings]

Okay, so, two things.

One, anyone know how to reattach an arm? Like... fuck, I dunno, I guess you could just sew that shit back on. Or like... heal it on? Anyone got any magic wand-waving bullshit for that? Or science it back on, I guess, since holy fuck this is the moon, and all. Hey, are we over that part yet? Cuz I'm pretty fucking jaded. Turns out they weren't kidding when they said that thing about no one hearing you scream in space! They can't hear you bitch in space, either. It blows serious donkey balls out there, once you get your ass over the moonwalking part.

Oh, right, thing two. Anyone seen a decapitated head anywhere? Blond hair, rotted out eyes, answers to Luke? You just lemme know if you seen that little scamp, 'kay? He ran off somewhere, can't turn my back for a goddamn second on that fucker.

[ feel free to have spied Jan's missing head-trophy anywhere around the moon base :') it got shrunken and preserved somewhere along the line, and could pretty much have been left anywhere. ]

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[liprings]

Doesn't fuckin' matter.

[ He pushes himself up from the table and pulls on his jacket again (after fighting briefly with the tied-off sleeve that isn't necessary anymore). He hadn't wanted to mention the no-killing bit exactly in case she asked about it, but what if she'd asked for murder? It could make things super awkward. But hey, at least he can ignore any inquiries. ]

[lar]

I didn't heal you to ask you to kill someone, jeez.

[ She just looks at him standing. ]

I guess you'll be on your way now? Let me know if you get in trouble again, I won't even charge a favor next time, if that makes you feel better.

[liprings]

[ squints... ]

Dude, are you telling me to get my limbs ripped off some more? Cold.

[lar]

[ Ella actually chuckles. ]

I get it, you gotta sound like a jerk no matter what. Have a nice day.

[liprings]

Yeah, whatever.

[ That means "you too". And it's on that note that he turns, stuffs his hands(!!!) into his pockets, and stalks off. ]