Dr. Joseph & Mr. Carl's Sanatorium

(A man in gray stares at the other version oh himself…he seems perplexed by his hair color)

(Idv-ask-the-man-in-gray)

(Yay new Aesop and Joseph blog)

❝There's something . . . oddly FAMILAR about you. I can't quite put my finger on it . . .❞

Aesop examines the other from the top of his head to the very bottom of his shoes. Yes. . .it's almost like looking at his very own reflection. The stranger even has the same slouch, height, and hairstyle. The only difference is the colour! Fascinating, truly!

Is he hallucinating all of this?

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Aesop was so heated about the accusations he didn’t even realize he woke up in a entirely different place it was a bit …unnerving.

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❝It's. . .NORMAL to feel out of sorts when first arriving. Happens to the best of us. Rest assured, you will be well taken cared of. Have you a room yet? Er-- perhaps it's best to get you checked in first?❞

He's getting ahead of himself. Aesop shakes his head side to side to excuse himself before starting again with the look-alike.

Aesop looks at the hand for a second and moves his shoulder to slide the other man’s hand off of it and tenses up his solders then relaxes them. He scoffs at the name Dr. Joseph & Mr. Carl’s… they certainly had the same name…however Dr. Joseph… agh Joseph…such a pompous man! Never in a million years would Aesop deal with someone so…full of himself! Was the man even capable of working with others? Never in his days has he seen that man work with anyone but himself. Although perhaps he’s getting ahead of himself…maybe it’s a different Joseph…maybe this is all…a coincidence?…

“Sanatorium”

The man said out loud, feeling the word pass though his lips. Such a weird word. What dose it mean though? He knew of sanitizers for cleaning, and words with torium at then end are usually for big gatherings…so are they selling sanitizers in bulk? Well he doesn’t need them He has plenty! Such a weird business to go into bulk though, however, he mustn’t judge, plenty of people go into weird and strange things and make thousands off of it! But why would you have customers go into a room to conduct such business? Strange times we live in…

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No thank you I have plenty…however I would enjoy seeing your stock.

He's outright horrified that someone would refer to his dear patients as stock. What sort of people has he smelled in a Sanatorium to be considered a nice fragrance to crave? In his time spent at the White Sand Street Asylum. . . the place and its inhabitants smelled rather AWFUL: it mostly composing of fried flesh and bleach in the air. Here, at least, there are candles burning to give off a more friendly atmosphere.

What's the one burning now? It could be considered. . .fruity. Yes, that will satisfy the newcomer. As if he would let the odd man just sniff those who are receiving care. That would be inappropriate. Thus, he ushers for the other Aesop to follow close behind him to the visitors quarters that have the candles littered throughout the room.

"Bark bark bark" *Scratchs on door like if she nocking*

-Hey hey! Humans! I got some mail! Come to get it!

The blue-haired male glances upward from the desk he currently sits at. What is that sound right outside the door? Aesop hesitates only for a moment before standing to his feet, making his way to the front entrance. He slowly opens the door to see that a small dog in a cute little outfit is alone without an owner. The doctor cocks a brow, glancing past the animal to see who brought him here.

❝Are you lost. . . ? Ah, I see.❞

That's when he spots the letters in the puppy's mouth. A slight smile appears underneath his mask as he bends over to take hold of it.

- Your welcome, oh by the way give me a sec.

The small dog took a note pad out it's bag. Then flip some pages to see Mr.Carl's name, to proceed the note pad to the embalmer.

"Arf woof"

-I just need a signature please. That be great.

She just sit there nicely for her note pad back with a happy waging of her tail slight thumping can be heard.

Aesop comments out-loud, a curious tilt of his head following. It's as if the pooch not only can read, but knows who the receiver ought to be on the addresses! It's rather impressive. Perhaps dogs are much more keen than he realizes. The blue-haired man never has been one to have pets as company. Joseph says they're far too. . . messy to keep around, too.

He snaps out of his thoughts to bend over and retrieve the paper that requires his signature. The "doctor" quickly signs it and hands it back to the polite pup with a slight grin underneath his mask. His gloved hand hovers nearby, but he dares not to reach for the dog. Not without permission, of course.

(A man in gray stares at the other version oh himself…he seems perplexed by his hair color)

(Idv-ask-the-man-in-gray)

(Yay new Aesop and Joseph blog)

❝There's something . . . oddly FAMILAR about you. I can't quite put my finger on it . . .❞

Aesop examines the other from the top of his head to the very bottom of his shoes. Yes. . .it's almost like looking at his very own reflection. The stranger even has the same slouch, height, and hairstyle. The only difference is the colour! Fascinating, truly!

Is he hallucinating all of this?

…

Aesop was so heated about the accusations he didn’t even realize he woke up in a entirely different place it was a bit …unnerving.

…

❝It's. . .NORMAL to feel out of sorts when first arriving. Happens to the best of us. Rest assured, you will be well taken cared of. Have you a room yet? Er-- perhaps it's best to get you checked in first?❞

He's getting ahead of himself. Aesop shakes his head side to side to excuse himself before starting again with the look-alike.