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No paperwork? That was certainly a relief; he never did like the idea of long hours spent in a bleak, dreary (grey, for lack of a better word) room while filling out form after form after form with oodles of information that never occurred in natural conversation or even unnatural conversation.

"When was the last time you did a medical?"
"Do you have a history of pulmonary disease in your family?"
"Diabetes?"
"What about tooth decay?"
"Do you like pizza?"
"Did you kill that man?"
"Please fill out in no less than 500 words why you're such an sad, little, psychotic *****. Extra marks will be awarded based on quality of outbursts shown."

Yeah. That was definitely something he wanted to avoid. Not to mention, writing with all those rings tended to be slightly difficult.

Jordyn blinked out of his reverie and shuddered internally, wait.. did he just say "in hiding" ? Now, why would he think that?~
"Of course, the infirmary." He repeated then found interest in that.
Waiting until the pig's food concerns (or, elephant.. yes?) were addressed, the young man nodded to the Hawkling's invitation to questions, "By chance, would you happen to have any sleeping aids in the infirmary? I just..." Jordyn motioned to his face, trying to convey the message that he had problems sleeping, "Yeah.."