FOR THE DAMAGED / open, mental health class

[madster]

malphas looked at her and grinned. malkyn was an edgy bitch who was trying to be a worse person than him, apparently, but he decided he'd just go along with her little game. "absolutely not." he joked in return, stretching his neck. god, he was sore. "but i'm the medic. i'll do what i can to make sure the people that need it are cared for. we can't all be complaining about people trying to better themselves and their clan, after all." he retorted. "but anyways, want a soda? i've got dr. pepper. that's the good shit."