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[yolonceler]

[The Once-ler emerges from the barracks (accompanied by a coughing fit, as he was running, and running does not agree with his damaged lungs), after a rather amusing freak-out when he noticed that he was not in his office. He is met with the sight of the Green. The Green, with its growing grass and budding flowers and… and nature. It's the landscape the Once-ler used to know, sans the truffula trees—but this is enough.

He glances skyward. It's blue, a radiant blue, with puffy cumulus clouds drifting about here and there. The light is bright, so bright he puts on his sunglasses, but there's… no sun? That makes about zero sense. He shakes his head and turns his attention back to the Green. He crouches down and tugs off one of his gloves. His hands are shaking, just a little bit, and they don't stop even when he commands them to. The Once-ler presses his palm down into the grass. The feeling is giving him some pretty unwanted flashbacks to when the truffula forest was full and lush. The world was a nice place to be, and you could take a deep breath without coughing up a lung.

He might as well be four years back in time.

So, if you want to see a tall, well-dressed man wandering around the Green with tears on his face, this is your chance.]

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[medicalize]

[ For a moment, Ratchet just gives him a very skeptical look. Then he leans in, cupping his chin as he studies the human's face. Surely he does look better than before. ]

Hn. Yes, it seems so. Fascinating.

[ Lucky that Ratchet really doesn't know much of anything about human allergies. ]

But you should do something in case those-- [ He makes a vague gesture with his hand. ] --allergies come back.

[yolonceler]

[Have you ever been scrutinized by a giant fucking robot? It's awful. The Once-ler barely manages to maintain his cracked facade.]

Right. I'll be certain to stuff my face with allergy meds.

[medicalize]

And that will help.

[ That's a question, actually, even if it sounds somewhat like a statement. Ratchet never exactly did 'friendly' well. ]

[yolonceler]

Yeah.

[It actually takes a moment for him to realize that statement was a question.]

Meds... Medicine? You know, to combat the symptoms of hay fever?

[medicalize]

I know what medicine is. Cybertronians don't get 'hay fever' as you call it.

[ He rolls his shoulders as he considers this. ]

Why would you purposely subject yourself to allergens?

[yolonceler]

I, uhhh... I just really like being outside.

[He's digging himself deeper and deeper into this lie, isn't he?]

The human immune system can't stop me from enjoying the scenery.