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[fuckyou_chorus]

[ slipped under the door of each cabin, tent, makeshift shack, or other place of general resident today is what appears to be a quick survey printed on bright pink paper:

☐ yes
☐ no
☐ muffin ]

(( checking "muffin" gets you a muffin. yes and no get you nothing :( MINGLE ))

Comments

[d_d_doctor_dick]

...Wot th' hell...

[IGNORES IT and leaves it on the floor]

[newfangled]

[here have a totally unrelated knock on the door]

[d_d_doctor_dick]

No, I don't want a fuckin' muffin.

[newfangled]

[knocking louder]

Open the fucking door!

[d_d_doctor_dick]

[...]

It's not locked.

[newfangled]

[opens the door, goes to take a step forward, and... decides to stay near the open door instead]

God forbid you make any fucking effort.

[d_d_doctor_dick]

[stands up and walks over]

There. Effort exerted. [lights a cigarette]

So t'what do I owe th' pleasure?

[newfangled]

[takes a step backward and looks away, but otherwise tries to hold his ground.]

Hanna said he asked you for some blood. I'm here to pick it up.

[d_d_doctor_dick]

Figured you'd make him pick it up for ya.

[newfangled]

Do you fucking have it or not?

[d_d_doctor_dick]

Christ yer even crankier'n usual.

[newfangled]

How is this a difficult fucking question?

[d_d_doctor_dick]

Yeah, I've fuckin' got it. Calm yer tits an' close th' damn door.

[newfangled]

[opens his mouth to reply but. clenches his teeth and steps inside instead, closing the door behind him.]

[d_d_doctor_dick]

It's not a lot. Th' hospital's runnin' pretty low.

[now that the door's closed, you can probably smell old blood everywhere, especially on the floor in front of Worth's desk, and on bandages in his trash, and even fresher on him, especially along a cut on his throat]

[newfangled]

[takes a step backward, pressing his back against the door]

Fuck.