|[that boy needs therapy || v o i c e m a i l ]|

[cold_dry_pieces]

☎  v o i c e m a i l
☏   t e x t   m e s s a g e
✍   m a i l b o x
♟   a c t i o n

[have at it ♥ just let me know which]

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Watch out boy, she'll chew you up;

[byweavinglives]

[There's a knock on your office door, Rudy. She knows you're there.]

Watch out boy, she'll chew you up;

[cold_dry_pieces]

[Prostheses aren't in terribly high demand in the City, so he's not with a patient. He cracks the door open to see who it is, but steps back and lets it swing wide in invitation when he meets her eyes.]

Watch out boy, she'll chew you up;

[byweavinglives]

[She has a package in her hands - inside are a pair of hands, bloodless and perfect, and they're wrapped up with a nice little bow.]

I'm not interrupting, am I?

Watch out boy, she'll chew you up;

[cold_dry_pieces]

Nothing to interrupt.

[A thin smile flexes in and out of existence on his lips. He shuts the door behind her, and leans against his desk.]

To what do I owe the pleasure?