#fallenregent

POSITIVITY FOR @fallenregent FROM anonymous

McCoy almost chokes on his coffee, almost kills himself this way by pouring the burning hot liquid of life into his windpipe - which would have, in return, turned into a liquid of death instead by making him suffer through third-degree burns, ultimately causing him to succumb to his internal injuries. He knows that's how things would've went - simply because Leonard usually receives the bad end of luck, and he's just that sad idiot who's going to get the worst of what's offered.

Thankfully, though, he does not - he just almost chokes, as said, which means he's able to breathe out a few strong coughs before too much of his coffee can get down into the wrong hole. It's followed up by the doctor clearing his throat, blinking a few times, lifting both of his eyebrows as a somewhat incredulous - and quite skeptical - look stretches along his features, hazel eyes flicking over to the woman's form.

"---Congratulations, I suppose.", is what he says then, clearing his throat once again as he realizes how rough his own voice sounds. He takes another sip of his drink, then lets out a sigh with such intensity that it could very well move the Enterprise itself between worlds - no warp needed - before he puts the cup down onto his desk. "Or - my condolences, whichever you prefer, really. Feel free to choose one."

It's that kind of day today, huh? Leonard lifts his brows once more, a mixture of disbelief and resignation reflecting on his face as he pulls out his medical tricorder, getting everything set up so he can start to scan her, as he'd wanted to do from the very first minute.

she doesn't have much of an opinion on trench coats, but she can be swayed !

Bingo Card (still accepting)

                              “TRENCHCOATS ARE EXCELLENT JACKETS. They're warm and comfy and have two big pockets that can hold a lot of stuff. Here, try it on. Then we could go to a poetry slam?”