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"Excuse me, sir. Do you have the time?", Hyunyoung interrupted a random male, a very tall one by the way, while he apparently was in his way to somewhere. She needed to know what time it was, however her phone had just died, and in need of that information, she was left with no other option than asking.

It was spring. Chanyeol hated spring. Spring didn't mean pretty flowers or nice days or the sun shining over parks and lakes. Spring meant allergies. Stuffy noses, itchy eyes, the inability to go to the drugstore and pick up a box of Claritin. He sighed in exasperation as he peeked his head out of his office door; he could hear children sneezing and worried parents--is my child going to die? He won't stop sneezing! What if he blows his brains out?--and he already wanted to crawl back into his office and hide out until summer. But summer meant gun shots and gang violence and nincompoops who didn't have anything better to do than to beat each other up. It was a lose/lose situation for the poor guy--with a sigh, he grabbed his white coat and slipped it over his shoulders. Why did he go into emergency medicine again? He grabbed his clipboard and began to finger through the file--and so the day begins. 

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auchatkris replied to your post:Kris blinks, taking in the other's words, and immediately fretting a bit. "Ah-- you should go home and rest if you worked for so long--" he says, glancing down at the ground as they walk, chewing his lip and puffing his cheeks some. This nice doctor is taking time out of his day for some stray kitty when he's probably exhausted. At that thought, he lifts his gaze up to the other, offering a small smile. "If you get tired, let me know. My name is Kris, by the way."

Kris blinks, taking in the other's words, and immediately fretting a bit. "Ah-- you should go home and rest if you worked for so long--" he says, glancing down at the ground as they walk, chewing his lip and puffing his cheeks some. This nice doctor is taking time out of his day for some stray kitty when he's probably exhausted. At that thought, he lifts his gaze up to the other, offering a small smile. "If you get tired, let me know. My name is Kris, by the way."

"If it's no bother," he says, almost murmuring it, trying to stifle a purr when his shoulders get wrapped up. It's nice to be on the receiving end of a gesture like that, for once. His nose wrinkles some, though, some cologne from the other's coat catching his senses and-- "Ah-pphk!" --the sneeze he lets out is small and cute, totally opposite of his tall and rather masculine nature. He flushes softly, then clears his throat. "Are you done with work for the day?

"Ice cream?" he perks up a bit and ah, so easily distracted. He curls close to the doctor when he goes for his arm, the physical contact something he always craves but isn't exactly sure he's allowed to get. It's easy for him to lean into the other tall man, reaching up with his free hand to make sure his beanie is still covering his ears. "Do you like ice cream--?"