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[doctorize]

[... wow

why the hell didn't Danny think of that??]

Those are all really great ideas. Now I'm definitely interested in making sure these guns become a reality...!

[sweartoyou]

Mm. [Her head bobs, and while she doesn't smile, she does seem a bit pleased with herself. She likes...when her ideas are useful...] I'll see if I can learn more about the laser guns from where he's from. If we could get a template to modify, it's sure to take less time. Though we'd have to do a lot of tests to make sure it worked right...

[For the food one, it would suck if the subject just went into shock because of it and died anyway.]

[doctorize]

[Yeah, that would suck.]

A model to work off from would make progress go by quicker. If you are able to get a template of one, please let me know.

[sweartoyou]

Of course, doctor.

[She wants it to exist, after all. He was good at making that sort of thing happen.

Ray descends into silence so as to work more efficiently, and it isn't long before she finishes up.]

That should take care of the arms... [She wipes her forehead, but instead of sweat, there's goo. And her arm is goo, so it really doesn't matter.] Do you want me to examine your wings?

[doctorize]

[In lieu of a verbal answer, Danny carefully allows his wings to span out proper, to be seen in full. Despite those peculiar patchy spots in a few areas, the feathers that remain are still very fluffy to the touch.]

[sweartoyou]

[aaaaaa good bird... she's not sure how to fix this good bird problem, but when she reaches out to pet them, she keeps her mind focused on holding her hand together. Her touch will still be damp and heavy, but at least she won't leave him with a layer of slime over his wings. Hm, though if it could have acted as a healing balm... Alas.]

Do they hurt?

[doctorize]

Not at the moment, no.

[Or at least they don't as long as Rachel doesn't touch the patchy spots themselves and just keeps to the other feathers around them...]

[sweartoyou]

[Sorry, doc, she takes that as permission to physically examine the patches.

...Okay, let's be real, she might have touched them either way.]

[doctorize]

[While he is able to clamp down on the hiss of pain that threatens to come out, his wings give him away. His wings jerk at the touch, fluffing up a bit angrily at the contact.]

[sweartoyou]

[Oh. That was interesting. She’s fairly certain that’s not a friendly instinct, if she was going by regular bird body language, but she didn’t get bitten so she doesn’t feel too terrible about it. If he’d lashed out, though... Well, fair’s fair.]

I see.

[She’s more careful this time, laying her hands only where the feathers look a bit healthier and gently smoothing them away from the bald patches without going against the grain so she can get a better look. Looking for bruising, cuts, rotting, burns... Doesn’t seem like a loneliness thing so much anymore.]

[doctorize]

[There's not really any cuts or bruising, but he did get them burned once before Rachel came back, during a fight with Zack. But it's been a while since then so it had healed by now.

It does look like some of them didn't just fall out naturally though. At least one spot is absolutely a place that could be in reach of Danny here, and is an ugly red where he scratched at the spot hard enough to rip out a handful of the feathers himself.]

[sweartoyou]

[Yikes. But she understands that odd spike of determination. Sort of.]

...Would you object to your hands being tied? [like, just curious]

[doctorize]

[UM]

I wouldn't mind doing that for you, but why?

[sweartoyou]

[jesus]

It doesn't make a lot of sense to fix you if you're just going to injure yourself more, or tear your stitches. You won't heal if you keep scratching, doctor.

[doctorize]

[... oh. right.]

Fair enough. That might make work difficult though for the next few days.

[Or... eating...]

[sweartoyou]

[...well. in for a penny, and all that.]

I have two solutions in mind. For one, I help to remove the remaining eyes and your healthy feathers, to remove the temptation as well. For the other...I stay with you. I can assist with some things. You've helped me a lot, so it would be fair. The only problem I can think is the potential to break confidentiality for another. I'd rather not.

[doctorize]

[The moment she even suggests removing the eyes and feathers, Danny bristles, his wings recoiling away from her touch as if in fear that she was going to attempt it right then and there. No... no, he can't do that. No matter how badly it itches and burns--he has to try to stay an angel, he can't let it go--]

I won't. [...] Break confidentiality, I mean. You can trust me on that.

[As long as it means not resorting to that first option because no. Just no.]

[sweartoyou]

[Ray stares silently for a second, then lightly bobs her head in a nod. It's not exactly the smarter choice, but that feels right to her, too. She likes the feathers. They should stay...until this passes. One way or another.]

Okay. I'll let Zack know I won't be at home. Do you have something around here that we could bind you with? Something you can't break with your angel strength...

[doctorize]

Hmm. I believe there should be some rope in the closet, or in the kitchen cabinets somewhere...

[... Danny, why do you have--actually, no, maybe don't answer that.]

[sweartoyou]

[Rope is an essential part of anyone's adventuring or trapping kit, it's perfectly normal to have rope hidden in multiple locations throughout your house.]

Mm. And you won't break through? As far as you know.

[doctorize]

As far as I know, I won't.

[It's not like he's been tied up before recently enough to know for certain, Rachel. But also, it's probably a good thing that it is Rachel here, because literally anyone else would probably find all this very questionable right now.]

[sweartoyou]

[She doesn't know your life, dude. If you wanna get tied up a lot, that's between you and God. She's just here to play assistant and prevent bodily harm. Which is why she nods again and oozes off to quietly search the place. Anything interesting she can find nearabouts the rope?

Either way, she won't be bringing anything else back with her. She'll save that for after he's bound, if she really feels the need.]

Hm... A knot that will hold, but I can undo easily enough...It'd be unfortunate to have to cut them just because you lose circulation to your hands.

[something so minor, you know. anyway, to work!!! No more scratching for you, mister.]

[doctorize]

[Excuse you, God isn't real and can't tell us how to live our life. Though maybe we should try bringing up that idea about getting tied up to Aunamee sometime--I MEAN

With the rope in the closet, there was also a raincoat hanging up, different kinds of tape, a toolbox, a crowbar, a shovel, a box to retrieve bags for garbage from, a tarp, cleaning solutions for getting difficult stains out... you know, totally normal stuff that could be found in a guy's belongings, I'm sure. Assuming that was the first place you had looked instead of the kitchen, that is.

ANYWAY--]

Of course. That would be very unfortunate, given that I need my hands to be able to work.

[sweartoyou]

[Dang, that stuff is definitely all totally normal. Snooping is so boring, why do people even bother...

a n y w a y .]

Don't be silly. I'd remove the restraints if I was worried you'd lose functionality of them. I'll be keeping an eye on their color so that we don't have to worry about a clot forming before it's too late to safely untie you.

[Every couple of hours, she'll loosen them up for a while. She's got this.

Once she's done with the knots, she nods, obviously satisfied with her work.]

No pulling. You'll hurt your wrists. [Umm...] What kind of work do you need to get done?

[doctorize]

[And this is why he didn't even object to letting Rachel walk around his apartment unsupervised, he knew you'd understand. (Although, there is a door in the apartment that has several locks on it, that one might be the one that would be "concerning"...)]

Mostly typing up reports on patients, but those can be done via the laptop here, along with therapy sessions with my other clients. However, I am free today in regards to the latter, unless someone new contacts me asking to schedule a visit with them.