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Liara's been visiting Meouch more often recently. They've been working on some music together, in fact, and Liara's always been of the mind that collabs need to be made in person.

Meouch had been doing dishes after preparing dinner diligently, his phone playing his favorite playlist of tunes. He was simply humming along for the most part, but after a while couldn’t stop himself from moving to the beat. Tail swishing, feet tapping, singing along, even if the song wasn’t exactly in his range. After the chorus hit, he struck a little pose, turning around to spot, who else, but Doctor Sung. He quickly regained his composure, clearing his throat.

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It was finally time. The wait was over. 

The cub stood in the waiting room, far too excited to sit. He was practically bouncing on his toes. He had been waiting for so long, going to countless appointments and group counseling just for this one special day to finally arrive.

He could just barely contain his excitement, the nurse popping in from the doorway - “Mr. Vanderclese, you can come with me.”

Meouch would never suspect the idea of being poked with sharp objects would make him happy, but getting into the hospital gown, and seeing all the sharp implements on the table, he couldn’t believe it. It was finally here, within his grasp.

And a few hours under some anesthetic later, he awoke. Albeit, hazy, but he looked down and–