@pittcaptain slid this across the desk: Send "Floor Time" to find my muse lying on the floor.
There were few things in life that Weylen truly didn't find enjoyable. People were often a middle ground however, today not so much. There's no telling how or when exactly the banana peel had ended up in the middle of the hallway between the trauma bays and the elevators. But it's victim was sudden.
He'd had his eyes on the tablet that had been handed to him by one of the newer residents as they argued. That was another issue entirely, which he'd deal with after. Right now he was sprawled out on the floor with a groan, he the banana peels victim.
"What in the actual fuck..." He drug his hand across his face, fuck this hurt. "Seriously... a fucking banana peel."
