#c;seth

Mo wasn't sure why he agreed to this. He was Seth's doctor after all. Maybe it was the need for a change of scenery but they acceptted the invitation. Still it was odd for the moth seeing those construction signs. They simply shrugged and entered the bar eyes meeting Seth's.

"Greetings-" Mo remarked. There was a head tilt as hey placed their arms on the counter, veins and scars lightly showing. "Do I just order?" He asked slowly.

Seth Van Meter.

What was a word to describe Seth without getting his liscence revoked. Maybe unique? Mo hummed to himself shifting through the complaints and ailments.

Part of Mo hope that maybe Seth forgot about his appointment-or that technically he was the primary physician by pure happenstance. If you asked the moth, it was because everyone he deferred to Seth ended up quitting in a blaze of fury.

There was an elongated sigh. At least Seth was human- nothing that ailed wouldn't be too out of the ordinary. Right on cue he heard the door open. There was a sigh.

"You are approximately 15 minutes and 22 seconds late-sit wherever you please" They remarked not looking up. Mo did book out the hour just in case out of the later's habit of coming fashionably late. "I would offer some coffee but we are rationing water." They finally looked up glasses glinting in the light.

"We can skip the pleasantries- what is bothering you ?" He asked pretending that maybe whatever leaves the human mouth will be manageable.

Momo has humming a happy tune. She was delivering a cake to a councilman. Something she really loved to do. On top of that she was from her sector. How cool was that! Momo happily continued skipping until she reached the door.

She rang the doorbell, unable to keep her excitement in.

"Special delivery for Mr. Van Meter!!"

Fuck; Ryan

Marry; Constance [this is all so wrong]