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“next you'll be telling me that death roams the halls in a black hood with a scythe in hand,” levi laughed at his own joke. that would be quite the sight, actually. halloween 2017 here he comes. “i'm pretty sure people did die today, just not under my care,” he then added, shrugging a little. not that levi really cared about the work of others. he was in it to be the best surgeon he could be, and in his mind that literally had nothing to do with anyone else. “you're very welcome,” he smirked, offering her his hand. “levi cailian, trauma surgeon extraordinaire,” he winked. “you won't regret it, that's for sure.” glancing between the door and his watch, levi finally settled his gaze on the smaller brunette. “another ten minutes, think you could wait for me? spoiler alert: i'm worth the wait.”

“you know, as much as i love hearing the doctor part in front of my surname, it wouldn't kill you to use my actual name once in a while,” he continued to tease her. “say it with me: levi. l-e-v-i. like the fuckin' jeans,” he smirked. knowing his fathers, that was most likely what he was named after, anyway. “the hospital frowns upon socialising with fellow doctors? what kind of fuckery is this? besides, when those scrubs come off you're not my superior anything. cut loose a little, it might even make you smile.” he reached out and poked her cheek to further his point. “you're welcome. also, less thinking and more doing. aka, buying me those drinks.”

“--- lives,” levi arched a brow. the look on his face practically screamed offence at being not heard, but he said nothing. he was in too good a mood to let this little slip get him down, so he repeated himself with his trademark smirk etched into his lips, still proud of his achievements of that day; all week, in fact. “i'm a trauma surgeon. one of the best in the city, actually,” he chuckled. was that a stretch? most likely, but he had enough confidence in himself to believe his own words. “no one died on my watch, is what i'm saying.”

“i fuckin' love cookies,” levi couldn't stop himself from smiling. god, he was such a child when it came to those delicious baked goods. “not a huge fan of wine, but free wine? shit, i'll drink that,” he then added. who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth, after all? “write about what?”

“why thank you,” levi grinned as if the praise had come out of nowhere instead of it having been the result of his coaxing. still, praise was praise. “i definitely am,” he then nodded. “i'm working off a streak, it'd be kind of shitty if it ended today.” or any day, for that matter. despite his confidence, he was not a man that could handle loss. “i think i can spare a minute or two for you, sure.”

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“six,” levi repeated, the smirk on his lips still evident. when his sister poked his chest, he made a swipe for the pen then swatted at her shoulder. “result! i knew i could count on you.”

“lighten up a little, thorne,” levi rolled his eyes. “having a drink or three isn't going to harm anyone. it's called having a good time, you should try it sometime.”

levi just shrugged at the person next to him as if he had absolutely no clue who the dancing guy was, but that wasn't the case at all. mouthing 'he's crazy' with a twirl of fingers around his head, he smirked as he watched the person walk away before turning to face maddox again. “who taught you those moves, huh? a t-rex? they're fucking hilarious, man.”

after consuming three espressos and half of a plain black coffee, levi still had made no progress on his reports -- which only fuelled his need to drink more coffee; normally he would be able to write these forwards and backwards in his sleep. “and you think i do? i haven't been on the music scene since the fucking spice girls,” he muttered. “if it's a time loop then it explains why i'm going nowhere.”