[h1][color=red]Henry & Miriam[/color][/h1]
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Henry, for the mean time, was content on just watching Eli work, or annoying him as he did so. He, for a long time, had kept a little sketchbook on one of the desks not too far away that Eli had gotten for him when he asked. He sat there, sketching out Eli's tall frame as he worked with the console, taking extra care to work on the slum he had begun to develop.

"So Eli," Henry began, looking up from his paper and pencil to his older friend. "I was thinking..."

"That's dangerous."

Henry, not breaking at all, despite Eli's snipe, continued talking. "I was thinking, I've been here for a while, I did a pretty good job in the zone I think... Do you think you could get me a float hat?l

There was a pause.

"Like the kind with the little corks attached to strings all the way arou-" Henry explained, only for Eli to raise his hand. "I know what you're talking about Henry. Why would you want that?"

Henry was silent for a moment, pondering his response before shooting up to a standing position and his sketchbook and pencil tumbling off his lap. "Keeping up moral of course!" He very nearly yelled. "Comedic relief, to keep everyone in the fighting spirit!"

There was another pause.

"Henry, fuck off."

Henry laughed and sat back down, collected his stuff to continue his sketch.

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"Command, take me to my room. My name is Miriam Grant."

The robot made some perfect and curt response that Miriam didn't listen to, and began pushing her wheelchair forward. She wasn't feeling particularly well anymore. She would need to lie down for a little bit. Definitely. Cancer, from what she'd experienced, was a horrid thing. It wasnt the illness itself, she could deal with feeling sick, it was the treatment, and drugs, and general pain it was. She still, after many years of fighting, felt confined in her own skin. Her stubborn soul was not content with this body but would hold on until it either had the power to change that or get punted out.

As she was wheeled down the hall she heard someone ask another about whether or not they'd seen someone who was seriously ill. She ground her teeth and cast a look in the voice's direction. And it was... Twinkletoes. Fucking...

"Stop."

She suddenly came to a complete stop. She wanted to see if there was anything she needed to hear.
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[@Twisted Fate]