[It's okay, Tolemi, he's got several protective layers of fabric between his ruined skin and the rest of the world. He probably won't get blood on things. Maybe.
He eases himself into a chair at the dining room table, immediately pillowing his head on his arms.]
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He eases himself into a chair at the dining room table, immediately pillowing his head on his arms.]
I'm not sick, I'm just fokked.