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[ at the front of the hospital, Kazahaya is busy carrying boxes into pharmacy, checking items off against a clipboard on the counter. wearing a black apron and a bandanna over his hair, he frowns at the list suddenly and looks down at the box in his hands

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[doctorquincy]

[had come out to smoke a cigarette, but is pinged by cat supplies]

[u_jerk]

Not here.

[doctorquincy]

[nods]

[u_jerk]

... anyway. I can walk.

[doctorquincy]

Let's do that, then.

[u_jerk]

Where to?

[doctorquincy]

I'm not sure. Any suggestions?

[u_jerk]

... let's go find somewhere new.

[doctorquincy]

All right.

[u_jerk]

Okay. So. That way?

[pointing off behind the hospital]

[doctorquincy]

That sounds good.

[starts off in that direction]

[u_jerk]

..... need a gate?

[doctorquincy]

. . . Why would I need a gate?

[u_jerk]

If you're feeling old.

[doctorquincy]

[snorts and jumps over the fence]

[u_jerk]

--hey, wait up.

[follows him, vaulting it easily]