Anonymous Chaos · 4mo
M!A: For 48 hours, Neiros has a no-inhibitions clone of himself. His sign is emblazoned on the neck of the clone, marking ownership, and the clone must obey Neiros's command. Otherwise, it is free to do what it wants, provided it doesn't leave the ship. What if everything... wasn't ... a drag?
Neiros is absently crocheting squares when his husk goes off, letting the repetitive motions work him into an almost meditative trance. He grumbles and sets everything to the side to look at the offending message, just in case it's someone who needs him to bring them medicine while Castor is busy.
...An anon is most decidedly not a medical emergency, though. And he frowns at the clone as he pops into existence. Man, what a drag. That cheerful grin just looks wrong on his face.
"...Ugh, okay. Two days, we can deal with this. Just... don't shoot anyone."
...He should probably warn the crew that there's two of him, but also the look on Faersi's face... No, he'll be responsible if only because this means there's an extra mouth to feed at the moment.
