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Archie had excused himself from Lynn’s presence to make use of the little lizard’s room, suggesting she simply wait outside the entrance for him. He asked a clinic employee where the nearest one was located, found it, walked inside, and beheld a setup that was, honestly, a lot nicer than most you’d see in the hospitals back down on Earth. This one had stalls and everything, and the sheer cleanliness alo-

Okay, time to stop glorifying the restroom.

Archie took one of the stalls, not seeing anyone else occupying any of them, or even the whole restroom proper. Moments after his locking the stall door however, he heard someone wander in and just start… washing their hands. He paid it no mind, focusing on his own ‘thing’. Once he was done, he took care of the cleanup, opened the stall door, and…

There at one of the sinks was Freaky-D, unceremoniously washing his gloved hands. Archie was still as a rock as D turned his attention towards him, nodded, shut off the sink, and dried his hands with some paper towels.

No words came out of Archie’s mouth. He couldn’t find any, electing to just stand there, mouth agape, as D stepped towards him. As if realizing Archie’s fear, he proceeded to raise his hands in an attempt at a calming gesture. As that proceeded to not work at all, D then went on to take a bowing stance, with a bit of flourish. He remained hunched over, his helmet in prime kicking distance to Archie’s foot.

Eye for an eye, right?

[i]“Kick me in the jimmy!”[/i] D said, pulling a voice clip out of a cartoon from the goddamn 90s. His invitation to Archie to return the physical attack that had taken part in setting him off last week was met with apprehension and, somehow as to be expected, rejection. He just stood there, confused.

Looking up and dropping his arms in disappointment, D regained his upright stance and moved on to part two of his apology process. He waved his arms around as if performing some kind of magic trick, complete with sound effects of an audience gasping. A drumroll sounded as he raised his arm upwards, and then held it in front of Archie’s face. Now occupying his hand was…

A little red ball. With Freaky-D’s face on it.

D gestured for Archie to take the ball, pointing at it with his free hand. Archie, still very much anxious and apprehensive, slowly did as wordlessly requested. He took the ball in his hand, looked down at it, and noticed some white lettering scrawled on the side opposite the grinning face.

[indent][b]APOLOGY BALL
Good for one emergency service!
(Applicable when thrown)[/b][/indent]
He… didn’t quite know how to respond. Luckily, he didn’t have to, as D proceeded to back away from Archie, holding both his thumbs up and cackling quietly. If the face underneath that helmet could be seen right now, there was a good chance it’d be stretched in a [i]very[/i] awkward smile. Maybe. If [i]awkward[/i] was something D even felt. He backed out through the door and into the hallway.

And then Archie was alone, in the restroom, still holding the little red ‘apology ball’ in his hand.

…

Mere moments later, the Pioneer Clinic’s reception area was suddenly home to the scene of Freaky-D, somehow having found the time to switch to his skates, making his exit as people around him either got out of the way of the madman or immediately began alerting the authorities via contact with Cara.

D swerved out the front doors, laughing like a gremlin, waving goodbye to whoever might have been waiting in the area as he made his escape from the scene before station security could arrive.

[i]Mission accomplished![/i]

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