(WormyxWere) 1x1 RP

[Wormgod]

Artyom let his hand relax, blinking as it tingled like a sleeping limb. He moved his fingers, checking to make sure everything worked okay, and grinned, "Thanks, Yamir."

[miraphoenix]

Grinning back at Artyom, Yamir wished that his talent for healing others worked on himself; it would certainly make this lack of an eye a non-issue. "You're welcome. It's the least I can do..." he murmured, half-closing his remaining eye. He was rather surprised that Artyom wasn't bothered by the empty and oozing socket, but was glad the fish-man hadn't been disgusted.

[Wormgod]

Artyom was used to seeing insane injuries. Yamir's wasn't so bad.

((TS?))

[miraphoenix]

((Sure. To where, and when?))

[Wormgod]

((I dunno...I'm just having WB for this moment. There's nothing left do say.))

[miraphoenix]

((Well, we could have Marceline arrive. That could be interesting...))

[Wormgod]

((I dunno...I don't have any inspiration, really.))

[miraphoenix]

((Murr.... Are you completely drawing a blank? Or are there little ideas?))

[Wormgod]

((Complete blank.))

[miraphoenix]

((Murr. Um, should we wait until later, just to see if this goes away on its own?))