Oz

The howler gave a soft laugh, returning the hug. How nice it felt to be wanted... To have so much affection. To go from touched starved to such a hugger.

[A friend, Thursday, usually talks for me when I'm working.]

Happy... It hit him for a moment. How often was he really happy? There was a hesitation.

'You and Rex make me happy.'

There was a pause. He looked at her, very confused but as a medic, also concerned. Health also covered mental health, after all.

Thursday went on his normal perch of Oz's head as the howler went outside with the bag of supplies. The raven wasn't quiet about what he saw.

🗨️:"By the trash?!"

Oz tried to hush his friend again, motioning for Bernard to come with him to a more sanitary spot around the clinic.

The medic managed to dodge Edith but not his friend, an albino raven named Thursday.

🗨️:"And what are you doing?!"

Oz tried to motion for him to keep quiet.

The raven seemed to already understand, a reason they worked well together.

🗨️:"A patient you don't want Edith to see, huh? Well, come on!"+

He didn't want to. He really didn't. But if another cryptid saw him, Oz would rather be there. And it was looking like Walker was trying. Not while Bernard was his guest! That meant he wasn't an intruder...

The howler ducked in quickly. Tweezers, needles, alcohol swabs, medical tap, bandages.+

He gave a soft laugh as he kept signing.

[It's nice when someone understands.]

The smile was visible in Oz's eyes. It always made him happy and relaxed when someone could under him signing.

More hesitation before signing [thank you]. It was a sign most could recognize so was easier than writing it.

That made Oz happier, knowing Mike was that happy.

Oz got a bit embarrassed, blushing just slightly.

'Not sure how she'd feel about it.'

He gave a nod, taking the moment to write, trying not to pull back too far.

'You're glowing.'

He paused, looking himself over. Actually...didn't feel too bad in this!

He was startled. Being hugged was very new to him.

Oz wrote slowly, trying to show her when he was done.

'Don't remember before. Don't mind being undead. Just tired.'

In response, he pulled up a sleeve of his jumpsuit. It showed not just stitches but enchanted tattoos.

'Planned.'

"THERE'S NOT ENOUGH RED!"

He shook his head at both.

'Revived by a witch. My boss at the clinic.'

Oz gave another soft laugh. Just...so cute...

There was a pause from being about to walk. Well, she asked faster than most but it was actually welcomed. Get it out of the way.

'Don't trust myself not to bite. Zombie.'

A smile...and a bit of a blush at being called that.

Oz blinked at the glow, curious but in no position to ask about it. No...he'd rather keep enjoying the hug.

There was a hesitation. He'd have to break the hug to ask.

Oz did it very slowly, reluctant to before writing.

'Are you okay?'

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Ghost Quartz is a 655 year old Japanese Earth Phantom Quartz with incredible strength, speed, endurance and a healing factor that she’s always mindful on using. She’s the protector of Earth and also CEO of her own ramen company.

Another soft laugh at that. It wasn't bothering him. He'd ask when Shocker could talk.

A soft laugh came from him. He didn't mind but did loosen his hold just enough if Shocker wanted to move.

The howler gave a soft laugh, not minding at all. It was cute to him.

Oz keeps holding him close, gently rubbing his back.