Doc Appointment #8 [Backdated to Friday... since there is no school on Saturday.]

[doc_furcoat]

[He's at the high school "working", which entails him leaning back in his chair in the nurse's office looking bored. He is bored. He feels bored. He looks bored. And now he's going to pick up the phone and sound bored.]

Y'know, I jus' gotta say, next time they stick me in a fuckin' hotel with a hot chick, at least make it one I can fuck. [Worth

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[everwise]

[She didn't expect to hear his voice, truth be told. And there was genuine concern over his abscence when he was at that hotel. So she's fidgeting with the chord, gripping the receiver a little tight.]

Ah...

You... You are well?

[doc_furcoat]

[Oh hey, the wife. This one could actually call him back and nag him unlike the drone one... he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not yet.]

Bored as all hell, but 'well'.

Kids haven't drivin' y'crazy yet, have they?

[everwise]

No...

[Hesitating a bit, he seemed so casual. But she was still so new here so having someone leave was unnerving.]

Where were you?

[doc_furcoat]

Eh? Y'didn't listen? I was at the new hotel thingy... thing. Damn city just poofed me there fer some hours.

[Was she nagging at him for not being home with her? Was that what was going on right now? ... he wasn't sure if he should feel good that a pretty lady like her wanted him around, or annoyed that she was going to NAG about it.]

[weaponsparked]

What? Stuck in a room with a member of your own species... and nothing occurred? Problems with your performance?

[doc_furcoat]

Ha ha ha, yer a funny one, mate.

Nothin' wrong with my damn dick! She wasn't the physical touchy feely type. Or some bullshit. I may be an asshole, but I ain't gonna force a lady. [Even he had his asshole limits.]

[weaponsparked]

I know, aren't I?

How sad for you.

[doc_furcoat]

No. Not really.

Sad fer my dick.

[tsuntiger]

[Well, Mr. School Nurse, have a very disgruntled looking girl shove the door open. ...Is she at the wrong school? She certainly doesn't look like a high schooler, and the frilly pajamas aren't helping her case.]

Stop blubbering on the phone about your girl woes and do your job. My head hurts.

[doc_furcoat]

[He just blinks, looking at her for a moment. He'll then jab a finger in a random direction, leaning back in his chair.]

Kindergarten is that way, princess.

[tsuntiger]

Fuck off, I'm sixteen. [This is a very kind reaction coming from her, surprisingly.]

And I said, my head hurts.

[doc_furcoat]

An' I'm a fairy prince. [He snorts. At least she'd make his day interesting.]

Jus' sayin' it hurts ain't gonna tell me what the hell is wrong. Is it a headache? Y'hit yer head on somethin'? A little more specific, Christ. [He's not your mother's school nurse, oh no no.]

[kleptophile]

[Guess who's attending a school for the first time ever? Lyn! Guess who could not be more bored and disgusted with this nonsense if he tried. You're two for two!

So, because there are some things every teenager, even the demonic ones, cotton on to naturally, he fakes illness. Anything to get him out of that boring class. He tries to slink off on the way to the nurse's office only to get caught and shepherded in by a friendly, 'helpful' drone teacher. When he's all but shoved in, he looks about half of a very small step away from hitting someone.

This is still probably better than class, though.]

Please fucking tell me you're not a drone, or I am seriously going to lose my shit something fierce.

[doc_furcoat]

[Peering up as someone enters his office, Worth tilts his head a bit looking them over to try and guess what their 'illness' is but-- heh, feisty one.]

Do I look like a goddamn drone t'ya?

[I mean. Really, sure he was keeping a bit neater as of late, so the stupid city wouldn't drone his ass again, but for the most part, Worth wasn't the most kept up individual. And he was proud of it.]

Tell me yer stomach hurts or y'got a headache an' y'can sit yer fuckin' classes out, kid.

[kleptophile]

I dunno; goddamn drones can look like any fucking thing, can't they?

And I'm not a kid. But get me away from that boring shit and I'll tell you I've got fucking scurvy.

[Oh, these two were made for each other. It'll be a race to see who can swear the most.]

[doc_furcoat]

Anythin' that ain't me. Now sit yer ass on the cot over there while I get these damn papers filled out. Gotta document were y'been or the fuckin' drones'll get their panties in a twist.

Y'look like a kid, kid, so yer gonna get called one.

Late tag is late

[evers_hacker]

But at least you got drunk! That seems like a pretty good runner up.

[doc_furcoat]

I wasn't complain' 'bout the drunk part. Jus' givin' the city a little advice fer next time they put me in there.

Gettin' shit faced is always a good runner up!

[evers_hacker]

Well, next time you're stuck in there with someone, you might get lucky!

Yep! I must have gotten pretty trashed, since I can't really remember much of that night. [April says this like it's a good thing, which in her mind it is.]

[doc_furcoat]

I ain't much fer optimism when it comes to that an' this town, but eh. Who knows.

... [He'll be grinning on his end of the phone.] I remember everythin' crystal clear. I know we ended up in bed once, an y'were real spunky 'bout it too. [Liiiiiies. But hey, he figures fucking with her will be fun.]