closed for @withering-nights
Date/Time: Friday, 9/04/20 / 11:28PM
“God it’s late, it’s late it’s late,” River muttered like the white rabbit as he unlocked the front door and let himself into his simple home. There he locked eyes with the babysitter, Bex Varela, and gave a sheepish smile. “God I know I said I’d be home by 9. Thank you so much for staying, my hands were full. You’d think people would want to spend their Friday nights elsewhere, not at the Doctor’s!” he quickly spoke and ended on a sigh, obviously exhausted physically and mentally. He dropped his medical bag on the couch opposite of Bex, then slipped out of his black, polished shoes. He leaned against the small, circular table in their home before sitting down and pulling out his phone. River electronically sent $95 to Bex’s account, then placed the phone face down on the table. He looked over his shoulder and smiled wearily. “Left you a nice tip. What’re you studying now?”
