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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]

[doctorquincy]

[walking at a leisurely pace]

Am I moving to fast for you?

[u_jerk]

Yeah, slow down.

[doctorquincy]

[stops]

[u_jerk]

[motherfucking ambles]

[doctorquincy]

[checks his watch]

[u_jerk]

[that's not gonna make him walk faster]

[doctorquincy]

[. . . holds out a hand to him]

[u_jerk]

... what?

[but he takes it]

[doctorquincy]

I was wondering if it would make you walk faster.

[u_jerk]

To catch up to you?

[doctorquincy]

Yes.

[u_jerk]

... whatever. I can do that whenever.

[doctorquincy]

That's true.

[starts walking again]

[u_jerk]

[keeps right on ambling]

[doctorquincy]

[smiles]