what's the worst thing that could happen / open

[size=9pt]He and Bast were going to need to take a long walk one of these nights and figure out what exactly possessed that cocky fucker to kick Moon out of the Cleric ranks and into whatever the hell he went by, now. He wasn't ungrateful, or bitter -- well, maybe a little -- but the past few weeks had been a mess and this news only made him feel more lost. He needed a job to spill blood, sweat and tears over and the Halo position had been just that. He'd been helping people, and, some nights, whoever ruled the Heavens had bore witness to that and gifted him a good nights sleep. Now he sat up at night and talked nonsense to the owls that cared to listen. Most didn't.

"Actually," says Moon, having picked up on Roman's comment. It rubbed him the wrong way. 'No official medic'. It might have been close to the truth, but, for some reason, it grated at Moon. Everything seemed to be doing that, lately. Like a child begrudgingly sharing a toy, he threw his old medic bag at Roman's paws. It over-spilled with delicately labeled containers, cloths, herbs. "Technically I specialize in Clan Welfare." He mumbled, but he had a feeling Bast had just spoon-fed him that line, so he didn't sound like he even believed in it, himself. "But go ahead. Hyoyeon, I'll grab you some water. Take it easy."

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