#angelusfera

“You know, I’ve never been a fan of the white coat and suit routine. It’s just too, stark, and off putting. ‘White coat syndrome’ might not be a technical classification, but it’s real. There’s no reason to stress others more than what they already feel.”

    “I realise this is going to be a bit of a long shot, but-- you wouldn’t happen to have seen some painkillers around, would you?” A brief pause, and he adds, as if to clarify: “Specific ones, I mean. I’m not intending to just, y’know, take some random crap I found on the floor-- exciting and incredibly unwise as I’m sure that would be. They were actually mine to start with.”

He likely had now as well when his eyes focused and he found himself standing outside the office of a doctor.  The new one he’d seen earlier.  The slightly opened door only compelled him forward, his curiosity getting the best of him as he pushed it completely open to peer inside at the other man.  “...Hello?”

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             He’d been sent out (alone) on a mission for ARGUS and it was starting to look a little more difficult than first thought.

“I refuse to believe that platypus’s are a real thing,” Sure, maybe Sophie had a shot too many, but she was sure that the strange critters couldn’t possibly exist. There was no way in her mind she could justify how they came to be. “I mean, was God drunk when he created them? Did he just have a bunch of spare parts he needed to use? Did he forget to read the owners manual when he put them together?”

“That makes no sense to me. Explain.”

snugs thank you friend. if you wanna do a thing pls let me know! <3