Fire Always Finds Me.

A Yummy Treat For Me...

A little bit of Procurement for my White Ass...

*That was all he felt like saying. He was not in the mood for whoever was bothering him.*

An American accent with a tinge of British. Not quite masculine, but the voice is rich and calm.

*Spy stayed seated in his chair. Why get up to speak directly to the person behind the door when he can easily stay comfortably seated.*

Yes? What is so important that you’ve had to waste my alone time, doctor.

“Miss Pauling has informed me that you have… been feeling unwell. She sent for me, as she does not trust your on-site medic.”

I’m sure this could wait until tomorrow, Dr. Ashton.

A flash of nervousness. Maybe he shouldn’t have taken this job… it feels like he has a gun to his head.

*He looked him in the eyes and moved to the side to allow him in.*

Dr. Ashton seems very professional, aside from the slight flush in his cheeks.

“Would you like a drink? I know I could use one.” *Offering the new doctor some alcohol was a bit strange, he knew that, but he had already put him through the ringer in their first 10 minutes of meeting. But it was simply all for show. Trust and kindness was earned with Spy, not just given carelessly to anyone.*

“May I ask you a few questions?”

“Make it quick, doctor.”

*he slumped into the chair*

It’s a breath of fresh air to have someone learned in medicine with a license… and basic bedside manners.

“Not until recently, perhaps a couple weeks. Like I said, it must be the plague, sniper had it a few weeks ago so obviously I must’ve contracted it.”

“I wouldn’t call it odd… more like adventurous. I’ve said this before but I’m simply broadening my tastes.”

*he nervously laughs. Leaning his elbow against the arm of his chair as he awaited whatever diagnosis this doctor had for him*

“The latter is most likely plausible. I don’t know how it exactly happened, but the human body is a mystery.. what do you suggest I do to cure this problem?”

*spy was not fond of this conversation anymore and was quickly getting irritated as the minutes passed. Which was simply out of character for him. Health was important to him yet right now he’s acting like he didn’t care.*

“We can come back to this in a week, if you want. If only to see if the cold medicines worked.”

*That was all he felt like saying. He was not in the mood for whoever was bothering him.*

An American accent with a tinge of British. Not quite masculine, but the voice is rich and calm.

*Spy stayed seated in his chair. Why get up to speak directly to the person behind the door when he can easily stay comfortably seated.*

Yes? What is so important that you’ve had to waste my alone time, doctor.

“Miss Pauling has informed me that you have… been feeling unwell. She sent for me, as she does not trust your on-site medic.”

I’m sure this could wait until tomorrow, Dr. Ashton.

A flash of nervousness. Maybe he shouldn’t have taken this job… it feels like he has a gun to his head.

*He looked him in the eyes and moved to the side to allow him in.*

Dr. Ashton seems very professional, aside from the slight flush in his cheeks.

“Would you like a drink? I know I could use one.” *Offering the new doctor some alcohol was a bit strange, he knew that, but he had already put him through the ringer in their first 10 minutes of meeting. But it was simply all for show. Trust and kindness was earned with Spy, not just given carelessly to anyone.*

“May I ask you a few questions?”

“Make it quick, doctor.”

*he slumped into the chair*

It’s a breath of fresh air to have someone learned in medicine with a license… and basic bedside manners.

“Not until recently, perhaps a couple weeks. Like I said, it must be the plague, sniper had it a few weeks ago so obviously I must’ve contracted it.”

“I wouldn’t call it odd… more like adventurous. I’ve said this before but I’m simply broadening my tastes.”

*he nervously laughs. Leaning his elbow against the arm of his chair as he awaited whatever diagnosis this doctor had for him*

“The latter is most likely plausible. I don’t know how it exactly happened, but the human body is a mystery.. what do you suggest I do to cure this problem?”

*That was all he felt like saying. He was not in the mood for whoever was bothering him.*

An American accent with a tinge of British. Not quite masculine, but the voice is rich and calm.

*Spy stayed seated in his chair. Why get up to speak directly to the person behind the door when he can easily stay comfortably seated.*

Yes? What is so important that you’ve had to waste my alone time, doctor.

“Miss Pauling has informed me that you have… been feeling unwell. She sent for me, as she does not trust your on-site medic.”

I’m sure this could wait until tomorrow, Dr. Ashton.

A flash of nervousness. Maybe he shouldn’t have taken this job… it feels like he has a gun to his head.

*He looked him in the eyes and moved to the side to allow him in.*

Dr. Ashton seems very professional, aside from the slight flush in his cheeks.

“Would you like a drink? I know I could use one.” *Offering the new doctor some alcohol was a bit strange, he knew that, but he had already put him through the ringer in their first 10 minutes of meeting. But it was simply all for show. Trust and kindness was earned with Spy, not just given carelessly to anyone.*

“May I ask you a few questions?”

“Make it quick, doctor.”

*he slumped into the chair*

It’s a breath of fresh air to have someone learned in medicine with a license… and basic bedside manners.

“Not until recently, perhaps a couple weeks. Like I said, it must be the plague, sniper had it a few weeks ago so obviously I must’ve contracted it.”

“I wouldn’t call it odd… more like adventurous. I’ve said this before but I’m simply broadening my tastes.”

*he nervously laughs. Leaning his elbow against the arm of his chair as he awaited whatever diagnosis this doctor had for him*

*That was all he felt like saying. He was not in the mood for whoever was bothering him.*

An American accent with a tinge of British. Not quite masculine, but the voice is rich and calm.

*Spy stayed seated in his chair. Why get up to speak directly to the person behind the door when he can easily stay comfortably seated.*

Yes? What is so important that you’ve had to waste my alone time, doctor.

“Miss Pauling has informed me that you have… been feeling unwell. She sent for me, as she does not trust your on-site medic.”

I’m sure this could wait until tomorrow, Dr. Ashton.

A flash of nervousness. Maybe he shouldn’t have taken this job… it feels like he has a gun to his head.

*He looked him in the eyes and moved to the side to allow him in.*

Dr. Ashton seems very professional, aside from the slight flush in his cheeks.

“Would you like a drink? I know I could use one.” *Offering the new doctor some alcohol was a bit strange, he knew that, but he had already put him through the ringer in their first 10 minutes of meeting. But it was simply all for show. Trust and kindness was earned with Spy, not just given carelessly to anyone.*

“May I ask you a few questions?”

“Make it quick, doctor.”

*he slumped into the chair*

It’s a breath of fresh air to have someone learned in medicine with a license… and basic bedside manners.

“Not until recently, perhaps a couple weeks. Like I said, it must be the plague, sniper had it a few weeks ago so obviously I must’ve contracted it.”

“I wouldn’t call it odd… more like adventurous. I’ve said this before but I’m simply broadening my tastes.”

*That was all he felt like saying. He was not in the mood for whoever was bothering him.*

An American accent with a tinge of British. Not quite masculine, but the voice is rich and calm.

*Spy stayed seated in his chair. Why get up to speak directly to the person behind the door when he can easily stay comfortably seated.*

Yes? What is so important that you’ve had to waste my alone time, doctor.

“Miss Pauling has informed me that you have… been feeling unwell. She sent for me, as she does not trust your on-site medic.”

I’m sure this could wait until tomorrow, Dr. Ashton.

A flash of nervousness. Maybe he shouldn’t have taken this job… it feels like he has a gun to his head.

*He looked him in the eyes and moved to the side to allow him in.*

Dr. Ashton seems very professional, aside from the slight flush in his cheeks.

“Would you like a drink? I know I could use one.” *Offering the new doctor some alcohol was a bit strange, he knew that, but he had already put him through the ringer in their first 10 minutes of meeting. But it was simply all for show. Trust and kindness was earned with Spy, not just given carelessly to anyone.*

“May I ask you a few questions?”

“Make it quick, doctor.”

*he slumped into the chair*

It’s a breath of fresh air to have someone learned in medicine with a license… and basic bedside manners.

“Not until recently, perhaps a couple weeks. Like I said, it must be the plague, sniper had it a few weeks ago so obviously I must’ve contracted it.”

*That was all he felt like saying. He was not in the mood for whoever was bothering him.*

An American accent with a tinge of British. Not quite masculine, but the voice is rich and calm.

*Spy stayed seated in his chair. Why get up to speak directly to the person behind the door when he can easily stay comfortably seated.*

Yes? What is so important that you’ve had to waste my alone time, doctor.

“Miss Pauling has informed me that you have… been feeling unwell. She sent for me, as she does not trust your on-site medic.”

I’m sure this could wait until tomorrow, Dr. Ashton.

A flash of nervousness. Maybe he shouldn’t have taken this job… it feels like he has a gun to his head.

*He looked him in the eyes and moved to the side to allow him in.*

Dr. Ashton seems very professional, aside from the slight flush in his cheeks.

“Would you like a drink? I know I could use one.” *Offering the new doctor some alcohol was a bit strange, he knew that, but he had already put him through the ringer in their first 10 minutes of meeting. But it was simply all for show. Trust and kindness was earned with Spy, not just given carelessly to anyone.*

“May I ask you a few questions?”

“Make it quick, doctor.”

*he slumped into the chair*

It’s a breath of fresh air to have someone learned in medicine with a license… and basic bedside manners.

*That was all he felt like saying. He was not in the mood for whoever was bothering him.*

An American accent with a tinge of British. Not quite masculine, but the voice is rich and calm.

*Spy stayed seated in his chair. Why get up to speak directly to the person behind the door when he can easily stay comfortably seated.*

Yes? What is so important that you’ve had to waste my alone time, doctor.

“Miss Pauling has informed me that you have… been feeling unwell. She sent for me, as she does not trust your on-site medic.”

I’m sure this could wait until tomorrow, Dr. Ashton.

A flash of nervousness. Maybe he shouldn’t have taken this job… it feels like he has a gun to his head.

*He looked him in the eyes and moved to the side to allow him in.*

Dr. Ashton seems very professional, aside from the slight flush in his cheeks.

“Would you like a drink? I know I could use one.” *Offering the new doctor some alcohol was a bit strange, he knew that, but he had already put him through the ringer in their first 10 minutes of meeting. But it was simply all for show. Trust and kindness was earned with Spy, not just given carelessly to anyone.*

“May I ask you a few questions?”

“Make it quick, doctor.”

*That was all he felt like saying. He was not in the mood for whoever was bothering him.*

An American accent with a tinge of British. Not quite masculine, but the voice is rich and calm.

*Spy stayed seated in his chair. Why get up to speak directly to the person behind the door when he can easily stay comfortably seated.*

Yes? What is so important that you’ve had to waste my alone time, doctor.

“Miss Pauling has informed me that you have… been feeling unwell. She sent for me, as she does not trust your on-site medic.”

I’m sure this could wait until tomorrow, Dr. Ashton.

A flash of nervousness. Maybe he shouldn’t have taken this job… it feels like he has a gun to his head.

*He looked him in the eyes and moved to the side to allow him in.*

Dr. Ashton seems very professional, aside from the slight flush in his cheeks.

“Would you like a drink? I know I could use one.” *Offering the new doctor some alcohol was a bit strange, he knew that, but he had already put him through the ringer in their first 10 minutes of meeting. But it was simply all for show. Trust and kindness was earned with Spy, not just given carelessly to anyone.*

“May I ask you a few questions?”

*That was all he felt like saying. He was not in the mood for whoever was bothering him.*

An American accent with a tinge of British. Not quite masculine, but the voice is rich and calm.

*Spy stayed seated in his chair. Why get up to speak directly to the person behind the door when he can easily stay comfortably seated.*

Yes? What is so important that you’ve had to waste my alone time, doctor.

“Miss Pauling has informed me that you have… been feeling unwell. She sent for me, as she does not trust your on-site medic.”

I’m sure this could wait until tomorrow, Dr. Ashton.

A flash of nervousness. Maybe he shouldn’t have taken this job… it feels like he has a gun to his head.

*He looked him in the eyes and moved to the side to allow him in.*

Dr. Ashton seems very professional, aside from the slight flush in his cheeks.

*That was all he felt like saying. He was not in the mood for whoever was bothering him.*

An American accent with a tinge of British. Not quite masculine, but the voice is rich and calm.

*Spy stayed seated in his chair. Why get up to speak directly to the person behind the door when he can easily stay comfortably seated.*

Yes? What is so important that you’ve had to waste my alone time, doctor.

“Miss Pauling has informed me that you have… been feeling unwell. She sent for me, as she does not trust your on-site medic.”

I’m sure this could wait until tomorrow, Dr. Ashton.

A flash of nervousness. Maybe he shouldn’t have taken this job… it feels like he has a gun to his head.

*That was all he felt like saying. He was not in the mood for whoever was bothering him.*

An American accent with a tinge of British. Not quite masculine, but the voice is rich and calm.

*Spy stayed seated in his chair. Why get up to speak directly to the person behind the door when he can easily stay comfortably seated.*

Yes? What is so important that you’ve had to waste my alone time, doctor.

“Miss Pauling has informed me that you have… been feeling unwell. She sent for me, as she does not trust your on-site medic.”

*That was all he felt like saying. He was not in the mood for whoever was bothering him.*

An American accent with a tinge of British. Not quite masculine, but the voice is rich and calm.

*Spy stayed seated in his chair. Why get up to speak directly to the person behind the door when he can easily stay comfortably seated.*

*That was all he felt like saying. He was not in the mood for whoever was bothering him.*

An American accent with a tinge of British. Not quite masculine, but the voice is rich and calm.

see? simple as