[PRP] At Death's Door (Lucky + Gale)

[Molten Tigrex]

"I came here as fast as I could," Lucky announced by way of greeting as he burst into Gale's office uninvited, several days after the island-wide hormone epidemic had solved itself. The infirmary had insisted he be kept for observation, leading to a significant delay in, well, everything. He looked nervous. "We need to talk --"

For once, he wasn't carrying a thousand classified documents around - instead, he stood there for a moment fumbling to pull up one sleeve - revealing nothing at all.

Not even the hourglass tattoo that Gale knew should have been there.

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[kuropeco]

"Lucky," said Gale, without looking up from the files he was currently perusing, entirely unfazed by the bursting in of people because both Lucky and Mark did it on a regular basis. "I'm working."

But he lifted his head, turned, and his gaze flickered downwards, Gale frowning slightly.

It took him a moment to realize what was missing on Lucky's arm. Gale's distracted expression shifted to one of dawning understanding almost immediately.

He pointed at the desk, because there was no other chair, and said,

"What the bloody hell happened?"

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