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"Yes, but I checked it. Cassandra looked like she was about to rip my head off when I did a fix-up on it last time..." Ugh, no volume control and already a creeping headache. At the very least, he had managed to somewhat break through Cloak's tension...
... Just for Shred to cut them off. The cat tried to give a glare, but it was lost through the squint he made to try and cut through the haze. "Yeah, thanks, barkeep. I'm just gonna..." The doctor stepped down, walking on all fours - to hide his lack of complete balance - ear flicking at Cloak's words.
Right. Right. Slowly forcing himself to stand up, hitting the side of his head with both of his palms, he carefully made his way over to the doctor - observing her, from a cautious distance. "I'm... not dumb enough to try any sort of diagnostic on her, no sir. But her breathing's steady and... well, she's calm?"
Hardly the most solid words that the doctor has said! "I don't know whose idea this was... was it your idea to drink, or mine?"
"I think it was yours and that's...that's fine. That's smart. You're the Doctor." Cloak slurred blinking down at Mikemon walking on all fours something that might have been an 'aww' rumbling ou tof the Tactimon's chest at the sight. Now if only Cas was conscious to see it she likely would have scooped the Doctor up. She liked cats even if normal human cats no longer liked her.
Deciding he was drunk enough not to care Cloak crouched managing to successfully not fall over as he scooped Mikemon up like a kitten absentmindedly scratching the cat lightly behind his ear as he stumbled for the back room. "Bed then. Bed sounds smart. Do you purr?" The Tactimon questioned recalling briefly something he'd read about purrs and healing and wasn't it supposed to speed things along? Yes yes he was fairly certain Cas had mentioned some fact or another along those lines. Thus creeping into the back room as quietly as he could, which was not quietly at all, but thankfully the other Doctor was out cold, he carefully settled Mikemon down upon Cas's sleeping form patting the Doc's head affectionately if a little over enthusiastically before he face planted into one of the cots.
Purr, nothing - his chest was already rumbling as Cloak plucked him up, the cat nuzzling gently against that armored hand! He didn't even protest being picked up off the ground - heck, he didn't know anything was off until he was set down, right next to Cassandra.
"What about the cot? How am I supposed to... um... wait, what?"
Alright, no, he needed to sleep. Still giving a faint purr, and sitting gently by Cassandra's side, Mikemon gave a shrug and settled on in for the night. He just curled up, crossing his chin over his crossed gloves...