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To: [Kyle]
From: [Marius]
Subject: Tomorrow


While the good doctors assure me they've taken steps to explain the situation as well as acquired the necessary consent, I thought perhaps it might be polite to make our first words regarding this subject something other than "So, ready to be the stand-by marrow?" tomorrow when we embark on this little adventure. I felt that would somehow detract from the moment.

I do appreciate the inconvenience to you, potential though it may be. However, as much as I enjoy prolonging my own life in the future I think we should consider activities that do not feature me supping upon your marrow to correct some kind of substantial physical damage. Just for a bit of variety.

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To: (Marius)
From: (MRE)

Yeah, Forge filled me in. It's cool. I'm gonna pretty much be down there with pot roast and a big glass of tomato juice in case, and about half a bookshelf of reading. It's all good. I figure you've got another five or six times of me saving your butt before I've earned that bike.

I'll share the pot roast if everthing goes good. Lorna makes hawsome pot roast.

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To: [Ah, but you know our relationship is so much more]
From: [Still not turning down the marrow]

Perhaps you should go the full bookshelf. Dr. Moira has been somewhat unclear on the timeframe; given the time it normally takes me to process the physical we should know if it takes by mid-next week. I can't say I'm looking forward to however many days with no visitors but redheads. Not that I don't quite fancy the type, but it's a bit restricting. Bloody habit of chewing on people in times of extremity. Oh yes, and also the possible emotional ramifications on the visitor should things go hideously wrong. Apparently it has been decided that after I almost died in front of Crystal and then Forge and pulled the bloody great chunk of skin off while chatting with Jen witnessing my mutation in action courts needless trauma for those around me.

Perhaps they'll let me play cards with Bobby. Surely he could use something to do at this point. No danger of bollocksing the delicate balance of cultivated marrow when the other bloke's not technically got it, eh?

Incidentally, when I get out of here you need to show me some of the moves with which you so effortlessly beat me into flight last week. I'm often not in my right mind when I'm in a position to unleash the physical violence but I am beginning to feel a touch self-conscious.

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To: (Marius)
From: (MRE)

Well, I'll be in and out - but I'm sitting there for the initial thingy, and then they're giving me some kind of pager doohickey in case my ass needs to be down there ASAP to save yours.

Sam lent me a whole bunch of these Harry Turtledove books though, and that'll keep me for at least a couple of hours.

You get back to your normal-ish self and sure. Man, I am everyone's favorite gym buddy lately. Helping Shiro with stuff, teaching Forge how to actually throw a punch (he broke my NOSE) and now you. Sweet.

-Kyle