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[For the public part of this entry, the camera is obscured.]

I caused much pain and distress during the experiment. To all of those who were attacked, I sincerely apologize. I could barely control myself. In addition, I... I believe I took two lives... those of "Cirno" and "Ian Kolansky." ...Should you decide that punishment is necessary, I will

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There's no reason to say sorry-I mean, it was a close call, sure, but I get hurt all the time, y'know! And I'm fine, so there's no need to apologize for something that was messing with your head...

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[Kriz just nods; thankfully, he won't need to get the pears out of that fruit bowl that Ian miiiight be able to see in the kitchen...]

[He goes to take another gulp, then stops, looking confused.] Did you need shots for something? Perhaps some kind of... of tree disease vaccine? [fuckin' trees, how do they work]

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[He sombers up at that--he didn't even realize where that comparison had come from, and now that he recalls his 'shots', he feels a passing feeling of discomfort. But it's quickly traded out with a small smile.]

Nah, no tree diseases! We're not really able to get anything like that! But I've gotten shots before, because my folks weren't too sure if I could or not. Tree people seem pretty close physically to people, after all. We've got most of the things other people do.

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Hm, interesting. What are the differences between "tree people" and regular humans? [Still just sipping at his drink and listening intently.]

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Ah... well... Not many...

[Truthfully? It was an equally sore topic. He wasn't used to speaking of it. Not for the last 130 years or so... There are quite a number of differences Ian isn't willing to list, so he thinks about the ones he can without feeling awkward about.]

I don't feel any cold or heat when I'm outside. Weather doesn't really effect me like that. I also don't have a belly button, since I wasn't born in a womb or anything... and-ah! I get more exhausted during the winter because it's typically when trees are supposed to lose their leaves in the winter.

Little things like that!

[Also being immortal, healing his wounds, not having reproductive anything, being unable to eat or drink other things...]

1/2

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[...Hold that thought, Ian. Kriz has just realized something somewhat silly. He's a clone, so he was born in a tank... and he's never thought about his belly button before. Cue some navel-gazing.]

[Huh. He's got one. That cloning equipment must have been really good. :|a]

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[Okay, back on topic.]

...That does make sense. May I ask a favor? [Kriz puts his hand out, palm-up.] Give me your hand for a moment. [...no, he doesn't have his clawed gloves on, so he's not going to try to make you bleed or anything. He just wants to see what you feel like. |D;]

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[blink, blink.

He puts his arm out, curious; he hasn't quite figured out why Kriz even wants him to. But no reason to decline the request. Krizalid will find the same feeling of most other hands-soft around tough knuckles and a steady heartbeat at a wrist no doubt in a sea of veins.]

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[Well, he feels like a human. Kriz is slightly disappointed at that; he was expecting a more bark- or plant-like feel to him. You can have your hand back now, Ian.]

Thank you. ...One moment, please; I have to find the labels. [He'll finish his drink before getting up, tossing the empty bottle into a garbage can while he passes it.]

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Yessir!! [Salute!]

...

What's that stuff you drink?

[Didn't look like tea... :|a]

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[He pauses.]

It's a sports drink, meant to restore fluids and essential nutrients after exercise. You can try one if you'd like; there are more in the fridge.

[Now he's off to find the labels.]

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[He just smiles at that.]

Nah, water's always suited me best, I think.

[Aha. Being a tree. And all that. :|;;]

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[In a few minutes, Kriz returns with some small slips of paper; one of them seems to be already wrapped around a half-empty bottle of Kolansky's Cure-All. Or so the label says.]

Here. I couldn't find adhesive paper, so you'll have to attach them yourself somehow. [They're really very detailed, despite being handwritten; everything from the faux-chemical name to the dosage instructions is on there. It should satisfy most clinics and hopefully most clients as well.]

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[And his smile widens at this, as he inspects them.]

No, these are great! Thanks a bunch, Kriz! You didn't have to do this, so I'm real grateful to you for being such a nice fella.

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Your Cure-All has helped me greatly throughout the past few weeks. [He taps the half-empty bottle against the table to punctuate that.] I felt it needed a little something more.

[That, and he still feels terrible about what happened during the experiment. Ian might be able to catch a slight depressed frown from him.]

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[Oh, he catches it alright. And frowns a little.]

Oi, don't worry about it, okay...? What you did during that whole mess wasn't in your control, y'know?