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[dredefulchilde]

[Joscelin appears on screen the day after the aborted mission, looking far better now that Misa’s cured his black eye. All that remains is some faint, yellowish bruising on his cheekbone and a healed cut on his lower lip. His glasses are another story entirely. They were completely destroyed in the takeoff, and he’s not wearing them. He holds them up to the screen: they’ve snapped into two at the nosepiece, and one lens is a spiderweb of broken glass.]

I need someone to fix these.

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[shutupnail]

[It takes a moment to Piccolo to decide he wants to offer to help, but he was already moving around and seems to be an early responder for once--and he did have the capacity to help. It would seem rude not to. So.]

I can help with that.

[dredefulchilde]

I appreciate that, thank you. They’re bothersome things, but it seems that I cannot live without them unless I can get my hands on some contact lenses.

[shutupnail]

...I'd be scared to try to recreate that to the right specifications but I can fix the glasses at least. Where are you?

[usernamesarecool]

Really? Already?

[ Honestly, he was expecting them to get broken eventually but not this fast! ]

Bring'em by the medic car if you've not gotten them fixed and I'll see what I can do.

[dredefulchilde]

[He scowls.]

Yes, already. It’s not my fault that the train decided to fling me face-first into a luggage rack.

[dredefulchilde]

Glasses are fine. I’m in the dining car.

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[shutupnail]

[Piccolo went straight there without further responding on the ICP. Joscelin wasn't hard to find in the open space of the dining car and Piccolo headed straight for him. He sat down across from the boy.]

Let me see the glasses.

[Never the socialite, Piccolo.]

[dredefulchilde]

[Joscelin pulls the pieces out of his pocket. As he does so, the spiderwebbed left lens pops completely out of the frame and shatters on the table.]

...Ah, well. As you can see, the glasses took the brunt of my collision with the luggage rack.

[shutupnail]

Better it than you. [The Namekian said as he swept the pieces towards him.] Don't worry about it. It won't make a difference.

[Piccolo simply needed all the pieces. He took the two broken frame parts from Joscelin once he'd swept the glass over towards himself and set them next to the pile of glass.]

Just give me a moment.

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[so_dark_a_road]

And if neither of the other two can fix them, I can. It just might take a little time. Come find me in the garden coach or in Cabin 2:A.

[usernamesarecool]

No, I suppose it wouldn't be.

In that case we might as well give you a good once-over too.

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[dredefulchilde]

...fine.

[He meets the Doctor in the infirmary sometime later, his glasses magically repaired by Piccolo, but still slightly bruised and battered despite Misa’s healing.

He seems preoccupied when the Doctor arrives, sitting in his accustomed spot on the examination table with a finger probing inside his mouth.]

[dredefulchilde]

Very true.

[He leans back, curiously watching the not-so-Jolly Green Giant at work.]

[dredefulchilde]

It seems well in hand, but thank you.

[usernamesarecool]

[ The Doctor had just settled in for tea when Joss comes in and has to set his teacup down. He grabs a stethoscope from the drawer and small torch before moving over to the kid in question. ]

[ A quick scan from the screw driver to check vitals and he nods in approval. Some bruises still but over all, he's not really in worse condition than when he returned to the living. ]

Okay, let's take a look at that mouth since something's clearly bothering you.

[shutupnail]

[There was a short moment of concentration and then a brief flash of light, not quite blinding but enough to make one squint and also enough to completely obscure the pieces. When it was gone the glasses were simply whole again as if by, well, magic.]

There.

[Simple enough even for the largely warrior type Namekian. Piccolo gently slid the glasses back towards Joscelin.]

All set.

[dredefulchilde]

[That was...fast. Joscelin takes the glasses and examines them, trying to figure out what kind of magic that had been. He’s familiar with witches, having fought them for most of his incredibly long life, but he’d never really taken the time to study their abilities before. Well, maybe now is a good time to start.]

Thank you. How did you do this, if I may ask? What kind of spell was it?

[dredefulchilde]

I think I knocked a tooth loose when I hit the wall. I’m rather worried I’ll have a great, gaping hole in my mouth for the rest of my life.

[He opens his mouth wide and points to an upper canine, which is clearly about to fall out. It’s also clearly a baby tooth. Joscelin has forgotten quite a lot about being a child, it seems, and that includes the fact that he hasn’t yet lost all of his milk teeth.]

[usernamesarecool]

[ The Doctor nods in understanding before he takes a look. He at least has the decency to put on gloves before poking gently with his finger. ]

Well, this one was bound to to come loose anyway. [ he states, not sounding at all concerned. ] Have you ever lost a tooth before?

[dredefulchilde]

Not that I can recall. Can you put it back?

[usernamesarecool]

No, I'm afraid I can't. [ Well, maybe he could. He's never actually tried to put milk teeth back in. But with roots? Eh, he's guessing probably not. ] Even if I could, I wouldn't-that one's meant to fall out.

But don't worry-It'll grow back. Well, not that one. But another one. It's part of growing up-losing your teeth.

[dredefulchilde]

[Joscelin has to think about it, really think about it.]

...oh. I’m afraid I’d rather forgotten about that part.

[It’s a very strange feeling: this is proof that he is, in fact, beginning to age again. He’s going to grow up.]

I haven’t lost a tooth in nearly seven hundred years.

[usernamesarecool]

Better late than never, I suppose.

[ The Doctor watches him a moment before peeling the gloves off. ]

But! It does look like you picked up about three or four kilograms since I last checked-you're well on your way to solid foods yet. How's the inhaler, getting on alright?

[dredefulchilde]

[Solid foods! He certainly perks up at that. Cake is once again within his grasp.]

Haven’t had to use it that much; those pills you gave me seem to be working. I’m taking them once with breakfast and once with dinner.

[so_dark_a_road]

Anytime, Joss! Just let me know, if there's anything else I can help you with.

[usernamesarecool]

[ He nods in approval, happy to hear it. ]

That's good. You really do seem to only have a mild case so with any luck you'll only ever need the pills.

How was it off the train though? Any troubles breathing?

[shutupnail]

[Unfortunately for Joscelin, now might not have been the greatest time to start studying magic. Piccolo wasn't the best person to ask about it. His expression turned the slightest shade of ashamed. However, he still tried to answer as best he could.]

Ah, I don't know any names of spells. I do know there are various types but I'm not an expert. Dende was good with healing magic. Kami could use teleportation magic. I...have created material objects in the past, so I assume it was something along those lines. ...Magic Materialization, I guess?

[He cleared his throat.] My magic just comes naturally to me. I don't think about it.

[In fact, he often forgot to use it at all other than to remake his destroyed clothes on occasion.]