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“If you came home and I’d left a dog in your living room, how would you react to it?,” he asked, bounding on the balls of his feet. “...hypothetically, of course. I’m not saying there’s a dog in your living room or anything. Or that I really want a dog and still have no place to keep one.”
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I heard that a pretty young thing got her tongue stuck on your knob.
Once and it was a him. Otherwise, ya.
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24. “I have no money. Give me yours. I will pay you back in…Eventually.”
He smirked at her from across the reception desk, arms folded against its countertop as he leaned over to see what she was writing on a clipboard. “Marlo.” Widget was feeling well enough to go and pester her at the front desk, growing bored with the interior of his dismal, stark hospital room.
“Marlo.” He could tell she was trying hard to ignore him and focus on her real work. With patients that weren’t such a pain in her ass. “He could starve. Just seventy-five cents, come on.”
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"Are you supposed to be scary?"
He paused in stuffing the duffle bag with plastic transfusion tubes and syringes, recognizing that voice before even looking over his shoulder. After a tense few seconds he continued to stuff the supplies in the recesses of the bag before turning his head to find her in the dim room only lit up now by the open doorway she was currently blocking.
Widget snorted and looked at her over the rim of his bandana covering his mouth and nose, pointedly continuing to stock up on hospital supplies. “No. Just sneaky.”
Fitting that it would be Marlo to catch him stealing hospital supplies. Marlo, his night nanny nurse. Who’d put him to bed more times than his own mother probably had. And scolded him far more, too. Widget had known there was a possibility of seeing her when they’d picked this particular hospital - the one where his journey had started. Not the treatment facility, no... They were all too spooked to go back there just yet even if no one would admit it. It housed the Corosoma, what they really needed. Yet, no one was prepared to walk the white washed walls
Widget glanced over at her again, looking her over with something akin to curiosity and hesitance he hoped wasn’t too obvious. “She’s gonna stop him?”
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@hellofajob; Send “🐷” for my muse to give yours a piggyback ride.
“-- how’d ya’ even talk me inta’ this?” He grunts out.
"How did you get this?"
Send “How Did You Get This?” for my muse’s reaction to yours running their fingers along a scar on their body.
The spidery feel of fingers made him react before thinking. Widget reached back to swat at her hand as it traced down the overlapping lines of scar tissues that ran parallel to his spine, a half hearted growl rumbling in the back of his throat, glowering over his shoulder from his leaned over position in his car’s guts.
“Intentionally.” Widget straightened up and shut the hood with some finality, ignoring the foreign feel of her fingers brushing over his dusty-white skin. He gestured with a socket wrench around the sandgrounds where the other Boys toiled and sat, pointing out their individual scars and brands, before scratching the back of his head with the tool. “All unique. All special.”
