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“Hey, ey, nothin’ wrong with takin’ a little break.” He sniffles with a small smile, patting the arm that wasn’t possibly mangled in a sling.

“If it makes you feel any better, you can always help your pops in the office. I’m gettin’ old real fast. Probably gonna need some help reaching things. It’s up to you though, alright…?”

“….Can your old man get an awkward, one arm hug?” <:^}

“...Meh..I don’t do breaks. I sleep.” The elsen rubbed the back of his neck. It always looked like pops had a horrible day. “Well sure if it will keep me busy. I don’t mind pops.” Then he tilted his head slightly at Mort’s request. 

“...Sure.” He put his arm around Mort’s shoulder and brought him in for an awkward, one armed hug.

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“Oh uh.” The elsen slightly lifted up the bandaged arm. “I just broke it while mining. Some rocks fell on me. Its fine. I plan on getting revenge later.” 

“Thats my boy. You wreck those… rocks.”

He makes a bit of a face. Not much he can do to rocks to get revenge, but he clears his throat and shrugs lightly.

“How’s it healing. I’m not a medical expert, but sh– heck, I’ll give it a try to fix it up for ya…”

“Its fine I guess.” 980 shrugged. It didn’t hurt, he just couldn’t use it which sucked. “I already went to the medical bay in Damien. ..Well was forced to go. I was told to keep it in this...sling for like...a few weeks. hhh...now I’m bored because I am also not allowed to work for a week. All I do is work.” 

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“Are you ok pops?”

“Oh shit– COVER YOUR EARS… Poppa’s spewing very nasty stuff and I’d rather you not hear it– What happened to your arm…”

“Oh uh.” The elsen slightly lifted up the bandaged arm. “I just broke it while mining. Some rocks fell on me. Its fine. I plan on getting revenge later.” 

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stewingingarbage:

“Please kick me in the ass and shove 5 candles up my butt. Insert some anime bullshit face here.”

“Are you ok pops?”

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“I have literally never been more bored, but whatever.”

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(( LOL I saw you reblogging/liking my art on my art blog too!! Small world!! ))

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curiousvolition

980 wasn’t the kind of elsen to ask for help, even when he needed it. So when he was struggling to reach one of the books on the library shelves he just stretched himself as far as he could go. He might have been able to reach it if he had both of his arms working, but currently that was not so.

980 was quite large for an elsen, but the library shelves were much taller.

The book wasn’t even for himself. If was for his little elsen brother. “I could just knock the shelf over but...I guess the staff wouldn’t like that.” He mumbled to himself.

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its ok if we reblog your art yeah?

((sure!! Idk why it wouldn’t be :’) ))

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“Probably not. Provided you don’t get an infection. But even losing an arm isn’t the end of your career, hhh. You can still do a lot of things with one arm.“ The scanner hums briefly and signals its completion with a beep. Chris grabs the printout and sticks it against the lit screen, examining the damage.

“Ah alright then. Its ok.” The big elsen laid there quietly as Chris did what she needed to do to examine his arm. “It will be annoying to get use to one arm though, but eh.”

He sat up and squinted at the X-Ray Chris had put up. His arm was broken, but the damage didn’t look completely devastating. 

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“This is a message to the rocks that crushed my arm. I am still alive. I have one good arm, and I will break you.” 

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“No, if you keep working you risk further injury… Didn’t your supervisor go over this with you? Hhh, a worker is no good if they permanently disable themselves. Now, this is going to sting….” Chris lays his broken arm straight on the x-ray’s support cuff and positions the C-shaped scanner over it.

980 just watched Chris as she moved his arm and put it into position. All he let out was “Ow.” He had never seen a x-ray machine before. Thankfully this was the only time he needed any kind of medical attention. Or at least it was the only time he had willingly gotten it.

“Will you have to cut it off?”

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The puppeteer and the lizard like monster both stared up at the Elsen as he stared down at the scene. At the flick of his finger against it, the lizard scurried away with a pained hiss.  Balancing the pencil weapon onto the eraser end, Ota waved an arm to 980. “Thank you!” she squeaks.

The elsen nodded back, then squinted to see the girl better. “You are not a specter are you? Hh.” He had never seen a creature like her before.

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My, what an unnaturally buff Elsen. “Yes, we can. But you really shouldn’t have continued work with an injury like that… Hhh, come sit down, we’ll x-ray it.”

980 went over and sat down in the chair. He couldn’t really move the arm that well. “I had to keep working. A broken arm is whatever, I guess. Hhh.” 

He shrugged. Of course he was in pain, but that was also whatever.

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And guess who’s gotten into a turf war with some of the smaller ghouls of the Zones? 

980 looked down at the scene before him. “....hhh. How odd.”  He reached down then flicked the ghoul away with his fingers.

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“Excuse me, can you treat a broken arm?” The large elsen lumbers over and points to his left arm which looked quite mangled. “I have been trying to mine with one hand but I am getting annoyed with that. Hhh.”

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Alma Where Is Your Doctorate

Alma straightened up his tie, then he carefully made sure all of the papers on his desk were in order. It wasn't everyday an elsen was given his own cubicle to do business in. Recently Alma had set up a therapy program for other elsen with anxiety problems or other fears they needed help getting through. The elsen would come into his cubicle and talk to him for a set amount of time. If Alma thought they needed to come in for more sessions, he would set them up with more. Free of charge of course. Alma did this for the greater good, for the future. How could the new future be built if the workers couldn't work efficiently? Besides Alma really felt for his fellow elsens. Alma was different, he saw things from an outsider view. In fact he didn't really consider himself to be like them at all. Of course Alma would never say these things out loud. After fidgeting with the knickknacks on his desk for the umpteenth time there was a loud knock on the cubicle door. It could only be the patient Alma had been waiting on. "Please come in! You must be Will-" When Alma opened the door, it wasn't an elsen standing there. Who was this person? They were some kind of short, fat steam man, wearing a conductor's hat. Alma found this odd but he wasn't going to turn away a patient. "Please..uh come in...but take off your hat."   "No! I ...don't want to take it off." Willie let out a huff then crossed his arms. "..Are you the doctor? You don't look like a doctor!" He narrowed his eyes. When he had signed up for this he was expecting...someone different. In fact he was regretting this entire thing and he wanted to turn around and leave.   "I am indeed the person you signed up to see today." Alma replied. Alma blinked. "Alright, you don't have to take off your hat. I meant no harm by it." He made a motion with his hand. "Please come in and sit down."  Willie hesitantly made his way into the cubicle and sat down in the small chair. He still had his arms crossed, ready to leave at a moments notice. "So, Willie. What would you like to talk about?" Alma leaned forward, putting his hands on his desk, staring at Willie. Willie shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "....I...I don't know!! Aren't you the doctor!? You are suppose to know!!" Alma stayed quiet for a moment. "...Usually the elsen that come to me, have worries or problems they want to talk about. Do you have any problems you want to talk about?" Willie shook his head. "No!" "Hmm really? You signed up for this session for a reason. The description clearly says what this entails.." Alma replied. Willie was at a lost there. Why did he sign up for this again? To talk about his feelings? "...Well...I just...feel like...I am...I don't know!!" He kept raising his voice to rather high volumes but Alma didn't mention it. "That is okay. You seem angry. Is that what you mean to say?" "...Y-yeah!" Willie huffed and chuffed again. "I am very angry...I feel...so..angry!!" "Why are you angry?" Alma asked, then pulled out a note pad and pen. "... I don't know.."  Willie did know why, at least he think he did. Though sometimes he really became more angry than certain situations called for. However he didn't want to divulge all of that information to a complete stranger, even if it was a elsen doctor. Alma let out "Hmm" jotting down notes. Willie noticed all of this scribbling and he leaned forward. "What are you writing down?? Don't...don't write things...about me!!" He pointed with a gloved hand, tempted to grab the paper and tear it to shreds. "I am writing down notes about what you are saying, you can read them if you'd like." Alma replied then Willie snatched the notebook out of his hand. The hand writing wasn't very legible actually, Willie could only make out a few words. He squinted then chucked the note pad back at Alma. "I can't even read that...!!" Willie seemed to keep getting more and more frustrated. Alma would have to pull out his secret weapon. He took out a squeezable cow toy and handed it to Willie. "This is for you, hold it and squeeze it when you feel stressed."   "..Hmm hm hmm??" Willie grabbed the toy and squeezed it. The cow's eyes popped out of it's head as it was squeezed. Willie wasn't sure if it made him feel any better but he kept on holding it. "Now you don't have to talk to me if you don't want too, but it seems like you have a lot of things to get out in the open. Everything you tell me will stay here, I am not allowed to tell anyone else." Willie shook his head, squeezing the toy rapidly. "No...no! I just...the toy is fine...yes.." He seemed to calm down a bit. "Do you want to leave?" Alma asked. Willie nodded his head then stood up, putting the cow toy back on the desk. "Oh, no that toy is for you to keep." Alma stood up and handed Willie the toy back. "..." He would keep it and squeeze it. Before leaving the tiny cubicle he glanced back at Alma and mumbled. "Thank you." Alma usually would schedule another appointment but Willie left so fast. However Alma knew if Willie wanted to return he would, appointment or not.