Aeneas nodded slowly, head bobbing in jerky spasms from his exhaustion. Admittedly this term that the humans kept using—‘Christmas’—meant absolutely nothing to the alien, especially after hearing Holly’s explanation (”http://community.livejournal.com/trans_9/219549.html?thread=17050013#t17050013”) of the holiday and where it stemmed. But rather than making him skeptical or spiteful that he had to participate in such matters, it only served to give it a much deeper purpose than what more informed sentients might have gleaned.
The creature busied himself with these thoughts mainly to keep his mind off the fact that he was currently pulling out bits of sugar and peppermint candy out of his skin. ”It could be a lot worse,” Aeneas tried to convince himself half-heartedly, ”Besides, it gives us a reason to go visit Medbay. Haven’t looked around there much.”
But then again, perhaps that wouldn’t be an issue any longer.
Aeneas instinctively flinched as the pink tendrils of magic flowed through his open wounds. Not that it was painful or frightening—just…weird. Eventually the alien was unable to keep watching the bizarre energy fix his injuries, so he abruptly shifted his gaze at the floor.
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The creature busied himself with these thoughts mainly to keep his mind off the fact that he was currently pulling out bits of sugar and peppermint candy out of his skin. ”It could be a lot worse,” Aeneas tried to convince himself half-heartedly, ”Besides, it gives us a reason to go visit Medbay. Haven’t looked around there much.”
But then again, perhaps that wouldn’t be an issue any longer.
Aeneas instinctively flinched as the pink tendrils of magic flowed through his open wounds. Not that it was painful or frightening—just…weird. Eventually the alien was unable to keep watching the bizarre energy fix his injuries, so he abruptly shifted his gaze at the floor.
“…Matt, I owe you an apology.”