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*Ghasty counts* SIX! *Witchbrew materializes* SEVEN!

*I am asleep in my room, laying on my stomach, my hands are under my pillow and arms straight with a weird contraption i didn't put there that has two massage elements from a massage chair on a thing under me with the massage elements on my armpits as the massage elements are also on*

*Catte is awake and he's in the living room watching TV. He's also half asleep, so he's not paying much attention to the TV. He's just watching it to pass the time. He's also thinking about the weird contraption that's on his back. He's wondering what it is and why it's there. He's also wondering if it's safe to use. He's also thinking about what it feels like. He's also thinking about how he's going to get it off. He's also thinking about how he's going to explain it to the others. He's also thinking about how he's going to get it back to the person who put it on him. He's also thinking about how he's going to get it off without waking the person up. He's also thinking about how he's going to get it off without the person knowing. He's also thinking about how he's going to get it off without the person noticing. He's also thinking about how he's going to get it off without the person feeling it. He's also thinking about how he's going to get it off without the person hearing it. He's also thinking about how he's going to get it off without the person smelling it. He's also thinking about how he's going to get it off without the person tasting it. He's also thinking about how he's going to get it off without the person

*still sleeping*

*He floats there, staring, his wings drooping in utter bafflement.* This isn't funny anymore. *He cautiously approaches and pokes your cheek again.* Hey... are you actually alive in there?

*continues breathing steadily*

Already Cooked some Ramen

RAMEN?! *Buck drools*

*Shade pulls out his phone* I actually have a reference image saved... *scrolls through his phone* Here! Something like this with blue accents?

Zeraora?

*Shade's ears flatten* Wait, how'd you know?

*Fed's voice crackles through* Jim? TheACisbrokenandit'shotingherecomefixitNOW!

*Nighthawk nudges Nightcrawler's shoulder* You okay there, buddy? *sipping coffee* Rough night? *Nightcrawler adjusts his crooked goggles, rubbing his eyes* Just... weird dreams. Nothing important. *Shark yawns widely* Weird dreams? About what? *stretches* Nightcrawler: Nothing! *stands abruptly* Just... forget it. Anyone want more coffee? *rushes to the pot, avoiding eye contact*