I'm mean and bitter [p, selby]

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DR. CAUSTIC

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TOXIC TRAPPER
MACKENZIE VALLEY WOLF
TANGLEWOOD
"Humanity. It's just a word."

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Paws drag as he shuffles into Selby's home, his metal toes making a scratching noise against hard wood. Caustic pulls himself into the sitting area, slowly laying down onto his belly. His legs are at an awkward position, so he shifts to put his head between his forelegs, hindlegs neatly at his side. The wolf opens his mouth, letting a wheezy, congested breath follow. Gas expels from him, briefly masking his own face. He looks to Selby, ears tilting down and eyes growing wide.

Caustic knows he's in a display of weakness, but the Wolf's body will not let him move. It attempts a whimper, but Caustic silences it with a growl. Sleby would see him vulnerable, but whimpering in the medic's home was too far.

"Cystic fibrosis," And so comes from the wolf his greatest flaw. Easy to manage back in his own world, but here? Untreated, it could kill him in a year, and Caustic hates the idea of a death such as his own wasted by a genetic disorder. He wheezes, chest rising and falling, "Please help me, Selby."

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Original code by lexasperated / artwork by @R_HillPrime