After everything... He shouldn't be here.
Sure; he's missing an arm.
Sure, he can't sleep without being near someone or being too hot or cold..and don't get it twisted; Okina is beautiful. Cracked marble statues stare at the oversized fountain at the town square, a deep canopy from the forest it edged protecting the town from any unwelcome guests attempting to look too closely at the small town, and whatever else lurking below. Palm trees sway gently in the ocean breeze, their fronds whispering tales to anyone who cared to listen and turquoise waters lapped at the shoreline like a lover's gentle caress. His mind wanders, and his shoulders droop. He should be taking care of patients. Should be at least doing something to help the others in the office; lord knows he's been slacking. Not of his own fault but- It's out of his control and these thoughts will eat him alive if he lets the thoughts keep going. Hell, even if he wanted to help the others out - he didn’t have access to anything. Fuck.
Lilith saunters past, making a beeline to the main lobby of the hotel, Jerome following behind like a puppy. She pauses, looking back at Eden and the others-
“Ye neit tae stop lookin sae cute richt now, A canae think o a guid pickup line.” It takes Eden a good few moments to return back to earth, blinking a few times. He clears his throat before looking up at Goss, the gears in his head slowly turning to find a response,
“You’re an idiot.” That’s all he has? Goss snickers, staring down at him,
“Ay, ay... A know thon's yer secret way o sayin ye love me. A get it. Let's get a move on.” Eden grumbles something incoherent, before making his way to the hotel - Goss in tow, Eden assumes. The inside of the building was just as gorgeous as the outside, and gaudy as hell. It was nice, and…well, he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in its mouth. Lilith beams the keys to his room, making her way to the elevator without a care in the world- or too many. It’s quiet. Too quiet. What dumb shit has Jerome done…or…
Goss. What the fuck. A gallon of milk, giant shovel, a super soaker and a head of cauliflower. This man. This fucking man. Eden stares at him blankly,
“Why..the cauliflower. The milk, shovel and soaker are weird but…what’s the cauliflower for?” Goss nods upwards, then looks at the things he’s lugging.
“Oh. Richt. That’s juist sae as no tae make this aw leuk weird.”
The nonsense has escalated.

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The hum of the sea is the static that keeps Eden asleep in a soft white hammock, swaddled in a light blanket and the shadows of a giant umbrella. The edible he took hours before hit him like ripples in the water. Lilith shakes her head at the stretched out doctor, parked beside him as Jerome attempts to make a sand castle or whatever he was attempting to build. Lilith pauses mid-sip of her drink and stares at Jerome, before shaking her head. The boy’s been working on the thing for hours, and just now noticed him. Peach Rosé Sangria, not her favorite but a nice treat on a questionable “vacation”. The doctor suddenly wakes, slipping out of the comfort of the waffle knit blanket and sits up, hunger a large motivator in actually getting his boney ass up,
“Ice cream?” Jerome and Lilith look to each other, then to Eden, who nods,”Ice cream.” He stands, and turns around, facing a six feet hole, Goss still casually digging. How…was the sand hole even holding up this well? It was magic. Had to be. Should he even ask? Eden shakes his head, trying to figure out where the desert bar was, and how exactly he was going to get there while so… under the influence. 50 mg Δ-8 was a lot after not partaking after a very long time, and though it was “weaker” than regular THC, going head first into it after a long break was not exactly the greatest idea. Least it won’t kill him, just…make everything “lag”,
“oi eden, A wish A wis a surgeon.” The doctor pauses, and looks down at Goss, a bewildered look on his face. The start of a pick up line just not computing- when did Goss want to be a surgeon. He could probably just program his dumb head to-” sae A coud be elbow deep i ye” Ah. There it is. Eden blinks a few times, his brain sputtering to something resembling life before he just turns and walks off towards the boardwalk for ice cream, his temporary mechanical arm hanging loosely off to the side. The bulky robot left behind heaves himself out of the crater he dug, and runs to catch up with the staggering doctor,”Are ye sober?” the tinge of laughter in his voice. Eden continues his way towards the shack, feeling the cool sand below him and attempting to find a response in the lag. He chuckles at last and shrugs,
“Partially functional.” So no. No wonder he’s swaying. Where’s he even going to…the only good shops open is the grotto bar, the salt cileo and… He does have a sweet tooth.
“Pistachio an orange blossom or rosé this time?” A smile breaks out on Eden’s face before he chuckles, not stopping on his quest to get some sugary treasure as he finally hits the white wood planks towards the Salt Cileo, the fancy, oddly inexpensive sweets shop on the beach itself. He stumbles inside the blue and white themed shop with glass display cases with many..too many different flavors of ice cream. The words are a bit blurry, but somehow Eden manages to pull himself together for just long enough to order a cone, the buzzing on the surface of his tongue intensifying. It takes less than a few minutes to get everything made, Eden staring at Goss as he grabs the cone and heads out of the building, just barely missing his head off the frame of the door and pauses at the patio of the shop, his cone already starting to melt from the heat,
“Not getting ice cream for yourself?” He uses the fancy, stupid wooden spoon to try some of the dessert - a light, floral overtone followed by an earthy, dirt-like nut undertone…and thankfully not too sweet. Comforting reminders of his resident rotations and the mom and pop owned ice cream truck that always showed up right as he got off work
“Oh na - A have focus on ma dessert.” Goss growls, looming over Eden again. Eden swats at him with his false arm, murmuring at him about how he’s a perv and so weird. Goss chuckles before gently grabbing the other arm with the ice cream, getting close and trying Eden’s ice cream, staring at Eden the entire time, the spindly tongue wrapping around the scoops. Not his favorite, but he can understand why Eden likes it,”You’ve the pervy mind thare doctor.” Eden’s eyes widen. That piece of shit was eyeing his ice cream the entire goddamn time!
“You motherfucker!” Goss lets him go,”I’m going to kick your ass.” Goss’ booming laughter shakes the wooden beams before heading back to dig the crater deeper, Eden managing to follow him back, still bitching and moaning at him, starting a playful argument on how it’s not fair he “contaminated” his ice cream, and Goss retorting that Eden absolutely knows where his tongue has been.
The sky dims with the passage of time - the afternoon quickly passing on by. Bright bands of green, red and orange lights fade into view; bathing the night sky in its beauty. Jerome pauses his work on the giant moat around the sand castle city to look up at the sky just as a family of shimmering, flat creatures are flying out and about, circling from the deep canopy of the island out to the beach and back again. Eden stares up as well, having given up on the ice cream debate, and squints. Shit. He’s too short, and needs a better look. Hmm. Goss’ll work. He heaves his small frame up the towering stature of the 9 foot robot, using his “hips” as a jumping off point before relying on his natural arm to push his way up to Goss’ shoulders, with a little help from the giant bot. The family of creatures are like giant, pastel stingrays - but he’s never seen creatures like this in the sky. Shit. He leans forward, both arms wrapping around Goss’ shoulders as he just stares up at the sky. They don’t look like a creature from this world but…they are.
“Have you seen anything like this before?” The bot just stares at Eden’s arms, finally realizing that Eden just…hiked up him and is relaxing on his back,
“No at aw. Are the small ones…children?” Eden gawks to the side as a group of small ones swoop down, splashing and chasing the others in the sky. Clicks and squeaks as they do so pepper the silence with the joy only small babies can bring.”Och! Leuk at thon ane.” Goss’ voice softens as he points out an itty bitty one accidentally falling into the water, mist flying up as the other ones help it out,”bitin aff a bit more than it can chew, yeah?” Eden just laughs and watches them play.
“Don’t tell me to fucking calm down, you fucking buffer!” Her face is darkened black with rage as she screams, her face scrunched in clear fury. Goss’ shoulders tense and he turns to look at who Lilith is screaming racial slurs at. Not usu