#wrp.chat

With the school year quickly coming to an end, Wesley found himself at the mall looking for a gift for his daughter. It was a tradition in his family where his mom would always give him and his siblings a gift to congratulate them on passing their classes. Simply because moving onto the next grade level when you’re suppose to was a big accomplishment in the Collins household. It might have been an odd tradition, but he wasn’t going to be the one to break it. “What do you think about this glass slipper sort of thing? Do you think a fifteen year old girl would like it?” He asked the person who happened to be standing next to him.

“Look, I’m not that kind of doctor,” Heath readjusted the bag slung over his shoulder. The weight pressed wrinkles into his shirt as his other hand raised to block the yawn that escaped. “but anyone would be able to tell it was gangrene. I don’t think you’re suppose to fly in that condition; sitting for hours already limits your blood circulation. ”

As if obnoxiously popping bubblegum in the silenced supermarket wasn’t enough of a disturbance, Veronica drummed her fingers against the handle of her cart. The beat louder and faster than the droning elevator music humming in the background. The brush of her shoulder yanked her away from thoughts; her visceral reaction unmanaged. “Can I help you?” A clear tone of aggression. “The banana sale is over there, asshole.” 

“Right. So, we have not cured this man. He needs months, if not years more of treatment, but he just... waltzes out of the hospital. Still wearing his gown. Commando and everything. I’ve never seen anything like that.” Finn’s own anecdote settled behind his dark eyes before he let a fit of laughter interrupt his story. It drove a wide smile to his lips when he ran a hand down the length of his jaw. “Anyways, they tracked him back down. He’ll be alright. Tell me about your day. How’s everything going?” 

As soon as her bike decided to catch on a rock and tilt forwards to help her land right on concrete, she was raging. Thankfully, she had landed on her gloved hands, but it still made her angry. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. What the fuck?” Then she looked down at the bike to see that the tire was slowly getting flat. “Fucking hell.” There was also the dent and, at that point, she just kicked the bike from her spot on the floor. “I didn’t upgrade this shit for no goddamn reason.” Sulli was on her feet a second later just to stand there and look down at the bike. That was how frustrated she was. She didn’t even know what to do in this situation.