Cacucu was floating about the clinic as Ifa cleaned up - it had been a hectic day. Squawks filled the air, with the occasional 'bro' uttered every once and awhile.

Soon enough, Ifa had cleaned the clinic, and headed into the small room that he called his own, Cacucu following him enthusiastically.

"Hey, bro!" The little qucusaur squeaked. "I'm hungry, bro!"

Ifa raised an eyebrow, a tired smirk on his face.

"Yeah? Me too, bro."