[Action] ~ There's a Totodile in the Clinic.

[atadiscoverer]

[Here's something for you, Paradisa.

There's a small, blue croco-thingy curled up on the desk of Dr. Carson Beckett. And it's fast asleep.

It's also curled around Dr. Beckett's journal rather protectively and has a pen clasped in one paw.

What do?]

((OOC: Totodile loss! Completely open, have at him!))

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[unnaturalpause]

[James has been in a horrible, no good, very bad mood the last couple of days. Why? Well that was private. And not a thing for other souls to hear, as why would one ask why he was in a no good, very bad mood?

It's this Very Bad Mood that has him coming into the clinic with several cuts on his hand (glass is not his friend when he decides to let out bursts of anger apparently), and is digging around in a cabinet for supplies to fix his hand.

When he sees the little, blue, thing on the desk. So, pressing his towel to his hand (he'll bandage the cuts later, this is more important), he approaches the desk, all wide eyed and curious, even if his eyes are a little duller than normal.

At least it's something better than brooding.]

Now what are you?

[heal_theworld]

[Martel is coming into the clinic for the afternoon and...blue mini-monster? She looks at it warily, where it's sleeping perched on Dr. Beckett's desk. She tiptoes over to it, and then pokes it with the tip of her staff. She doubts it's anything dangerous, but really?]

[doublethefun]

[she's walking past the clinic when she spies this blue thing curled up on the desk. She pokes her head into the clinic and then quietly clip-clops on over to examine the Carsondile when she sees that she's not really disturbing anypony.

Hm. Shouldn't crocodilians be in water or something?]

[billiardsplz]

[guess who was on Pokemon roundup to take to the shelter?]

...Huh, I don't remember anyone having a Totodile.