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[dead_tongue]

yes.

that includes you too. 💕

[wicka]

Thanks Iggy

[ It helps to know not all of his friends want him out of their lives. ]

Do u need me to like
Come fix ur room or something

[dead_tongue]

will that make you feel better or worse?

[wicka]

It's more about how u would feel I guess
If u even trust me to be there anymore

[ There's humor somewhere in there, he swears. ]

[dead_tongue]

come on over bb

[wicka]

Can I bring Dee with me
She's a snow leopard but she's pretty docile

[dead_tongue]

YOU GOT A KITTY?!?

[wicka]

She's kinda huge but
Yeah sorta

[dead_tongue]

show me the kitty!!@@

[wicka]

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She does that a lot with her tail
IDK why

[dead_tongue]

omg maybe she's dumb
I LOVE HER
ok we're gonna hug it out and i'm gonna pet your pussy




cat

[wicka]

[ wow don't call his buddy dumb—

oh hey, he's protective of her. ]

U probably can too
She's really chill

[dead_tongue]

k i'm on my way overrrrr

[wicka]

OK see u

[ Dee will be sleeping in the corner of the room. ]

[dead_tongue]

[There is a flurry of knocks on the door about fifteen minutes later. When the door opens it reveals Iggy, resplendent in black sweat pants and a pink silk robe. He's holding a bottle of champagne in one hand and a bag of skittles in the other.]

Hiiiiiii!

[wicka]

[ Dee wakes up, lifts her head to look straight at Iggy — and then goes back to resting.

As for Dom, he is ... smiling? Maybe because Iggy is so excited. Or just because he's happy to see him. ]

Hey. Uh, come in.

[ He steps aside. ]

She's cool with people, but I don't know if she wants anyone to touch her.

[dead_tongue]

I'll let her sniff me. Don't worry, I am great with cats.

[Like maybe she's a kitten.

He throws his arms around Dom and hugs him, still holding his goodies.]

I'm so glad you're back! I won't say okay - you're probably not okay - but you're here! I brought us some treats to celebrate.

[wicka]

[ Oh— okay, hug happening. ]

—thanks. I'm glad I'm back.

[ A sentiment that comes and goes. He's not fully depressed at the moment, so that's something. Uhm, ]

I don't really have glasses here.

[dead_tongue]

That's okay, we can drink from the bottle or like... I dunno, you got candle holders?

[He's a problem solver.]

[wicka]

Not really.

[ Drinking from the bottle it is. ]

[dead_tongue]

We'll share cooties, that's cool.

[Time to flop onto Dom's bed.]

I'm so relieved you're okay now!

[wicka]

I'm glad you're okay, too.

[ Even though he can't ignore that scar. ]

Does it hurt...?

cw: referenced eye trauma

[dead_tongue]

Hm?

[He sits up and blinks before he touches his throat, his smile fading a little.]

Oh. Uhm. No.

[He puts the champagne on the floor and opens the bag of skittles.]

Is it ugly? It's ugly, isn't it? I, uhm. Have a really faint one on one eye, too. Like I guess where it was gouged out. But you barely notice. The neck, though... should I like, get it fixed?

[wicka]

[ Dom watches, listens, and debates on what to do next. One breath in, one breath out, he lifts his shirt enough to show the massive scar on the side of his torso. ]

I got this from the wolf that bit me.

[It's gruesome, it's what turned him into what turned out to be a monster after all. Letting go of his shirt, he sits down next to Iggy. ]

It can't be healed with magic. I think my moms tried and then they realized that. But like… I don't know. I can't really picture myself not having it anymore. I dunno if that makes sense.

[ Or if it's helpful at all. ]

[dead_tongue]

[Iggy watches, eyes wide and solemn. When Dom drops his shirt and sits, he offers him the bag of skittles silently. Then he leans over and kisses his cheek softly.]

You're still beautiful. And I think you're trying to tell me I'm not an uggo just because of a little scar tissue.

[He smiles.] If I get self conscious I'll just bring chokers back into fashion.