A small hum leaves the Doctor's throat as he held a cup of tea in his hand. pinky sticking out as he sipped at the beverage.
He'd entered such a place after hearing they were in need of a working medic to help care for the people within this building.. he'd not expect the residents here being so rambunctious that there was an explosion on the regular.
So here he is, trying to keep a pounding headache from getting worse. @murdxrxfcrxws
Angel thought that the need for some kind of doctor was bullshit. Not only are there few and far in between as far as residents go, but he’s been just fine patching himself up, ain’t nobody notice unless they see it. Does he really have to trust some know-it-all from who knows where to sniff out his business, to just touch him because he asks?
He looks like he keeps to himself at least, even if the latest shouting match looks like it did a number on him. Good, Angel thinks, better show him now, weed him out if it’s not to his taste. A flaky doctor? No thanks.
As it stands he’s lounging in the same area, boots dangling from the arm of a chair, he might be wrung out but he can put on a pretty brave face. This guy though… “Wow, y’look like shit ova’ there.”
That’s not exactly nice to say after about an hour of shared silence-