Dayshift 39: Doctor's Office 1 (Dr. Yumeno) [second shift]
That day, Daedalus was mildly disgruntled. Or as disgruntled as the young doctor was ever likely to get in a public setting, which was close to not at all, given the fact that Daedalus rarely let his face slip.
And life was generally accepted as a public setting.
He didn’t need to keep a close guard on his emotions, but he certainly felt a faint throbbing behind his temple. Irritation. Another of his patients--if he could refer to them as such--released without forewarning. One Daedalus had been looking forward to approaching again.
He was personalizing the situation, he knew. He hadn’t expected his new overseer to be any more deserving of respect than the leaders of Romdo were, and he had not been disappointed. Expecting more of those in charge of Landel’s Institute was pointless. Daedalus wasn’t so foolish. He was just… irritated. Irritation was pointless, too, and he made to dispel the emotion as efficiently as he did everything else. Now, absently wishing for Deleuze and Guattari… that was a small indiscretion he could afford himself.
With his eyes closed and his chin resting on the backs of his folded hands, Daedalus let a thin smile touch his lips. He waited for the knock at the door.
And life was generally accepted as a public setting.
He didn’t need to keep a close guard on his emotions, but he certainly felt a faint throbbing behind his temple. Irritation. Another of his patients--if he could refer to them as such--released without forewarning. One Daedalus had been looking forward to approaching again.
He was personalizing the situation, he knew. He hadn’t expected his new overseer to be any more deserving of respect than the leaders of Romdo were, and he had not been disappointed. Expecting more of those in charge of Landel’s Institute was pointless. Daedalus wasn’t so foolish. He was just… irritated. Irritation was pointless, too, and he made to dispel the emotion as efficiently as he did everything else. Now, absently wishing for Deleuze and Guattari… that was a small indiscretion he could afford himself.
With his eyes closed and his chin resting on the backs of his folded hands, Daedalus let a thin smile touch his lips. He waited for the knock at the door.