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Ludwig spent a moment to consider the question he had just been asked, eyes darting to the left and lips parting--as if they were waiting for an answer to come to him.

If Valere didn’t already have significant distaste for doctors after everything he’s been through and put up with, he’s pretty sure he would’ve grown the same attitude with enough time at RED. 

He’s sure worse doctors exist, in fact he’s met them, but mercenary medics are their own special type of awful hovering doesn’t-ask-before-they-stab-you-with-the-needles non-professionals, practically living in their own heads most of the time while they expect you to go along with it. And he definitely doesn’t fucking like it, but he also doesn’t have room to complain or punch anyone in the nose again, not after some company notices. 

As if they care whether or not he’s vaccinated. He is, but, they definitely don’t care.  

Paying Valere no mind what so over, Ludwig rummages around his cluttered lab as he rambles. He splays out papers and haphazardly tosses tools and pill bottles out of his way as he looks for--whatever it is he’s looking for. Birds flutter out of his way like parting waters.

He’d definitely put the Spy on his calendar. The same calendar he’d been given a few years ago and had absolutely incomprehensible scribblings on.

Ludwig opens the drawer of his desk and with a small ‘ah’ pulls out a clipboard. It wasn’t what he wanted but it would do. 

As he turns back to Valere, he’s about to open his mouth to say something before cutting himself off by pointing his pen at the cigarette. 

It was clear she was becoming annoyed with him. At this rate, she’d punch him in the nose a second time. No wonder the guy got punched. 

“Well, why didn’t you say so!” Ludwig was quick to abandon his icepack and leapt up from his seat, unaware that he had completely missed her previous request.

Taking a key from his pocket, the German unlocked a cupboard and rummaged around inside a very unorganised looking collection of pill pots. 

“Oh. I see.” Ludwig frowned, rubbing his fingers against the palm of his hand as the cat nudged him. Hesitantly, he unfurled his hand to the cat and allowed it rub itself against him--though made no real effort to stroke it himself. 

Dr. Klaus Hartmann 

7+ years rp experience 

TF2, modern, vampire AUs 

Crossover friendly 

“It seems that I am, ja.” There was a curl of amusement in his voice. He rocked gently on his heels as he waited for the woman to find a word--which was probably the most patient he had been in a long time. 

Ludwig had just started to uncover his hiding place--a steel grating on the tile floor--when he heard Klaus’ proposal. He dropped the grating almost immediately and stood up.

The doctor awkwardly leaned against his bookshelf as he waited for Ludwig to get out of bed and dress himself. And then leave. Leaving was the most important part. 

Ludwig was just about to reach for his trousers when the cat jumped up and rubbed against him. He visibly tensed.

“Oh. Hello.” Ludwig had never spent much time in the presence of a cat. Birds? Of course. Dogs even? His family had owned one for a short time. Horses? Rottenburg had many horse-drawn carts. But cats? Didn’t they hunt his birds?

“I told you! I was punched!” Ludwig’s voice pitched, either out of annoyance or because he was pressing the icepack too rough against his face. “Someone on the enemy team, I must have--wandered too far out.”

It seemed that was all he would say on the matter as he frowned and leant back in his seat.

Klaus paled. The crazy Medic? The crazy Medic who was friends with Black Market Bob who was going to get him a cloned son? 

Surely there was a logical explanation for it all, but his stomach still heavy with alcohol said otherwise. The evidence was clear as day, but Klaus was going to deny it. “Oh yes, you were rather intoxicated last night and you passed out here on the BLU side so I took you in so no one would attack you.” 

Ludwig was many things, but stupid wasn’t one of them. Well--at least in this regard. He cocked an eyebrow at the other man, “Oh how kind of you.”

He immediately peered down to look at the state he was in. Unbuttoned shirt, no vest or labcoat, a lazily loosened tie. After glancing at Klaus again he lifted up the blankets ever so slightly to find himself pantless and down a sock. 

“Ah! And I see you’ve also been so kind as to remove half of my clothing and toss it about the room.” The Red squinted, he couldn’t actually see much of the room mind, he was just assuming Klaus didn’t wear anything outside of his team colours. He set the blankets down again and made himself comfortable.

Reposting this because Tumblr shadowbanned it 

Found this awful shirt in tkmaxx with such medic energies that i had to draw it its qualities included

cropped torso 

extra long arms

medical crosses filled with fluid on the sleeves

£69