Comments | doc_holi: Musebox #2 [CLOSED]

doc_holi

Musebox #2 [CLOSED]

Oct 19, 2011 20:42

Who: Holiday and Six
What: Being STUPID AWKWARD with the hope of some fluff
When: week after #1
Where: Providence HQ
Warnings: Spoilers for "Six Minus Six" up in here.

( Your sweet moonbeam, the smell of you in every single dream I dream. I knew when we collided, you're the one I had decided who's one of my kind. )

musebox

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sixthdeadliest October 20 2011, 01:48:17 UTC

Six had automatically answered the moment his communicator had beeped. However, she'd spoken and hung up before he could say anything.

He sighed, lowering his hand and staring at his bedroom floor. He hadn't been sleeping well since the incident. He was so tired that even the frustration failed to get more than a flare up.

He put the sunglasses in place as he reached up to touch his communicator, signalling her. Might as well get it over with.

"I'm on my way."

It took him a minute to stand up and compose himself enough to leave his quarters.

doc_holi October 20 2011, 01:55:04 UTC

She surprised to hear his reply so quickly... Why wasn't he asleep at this hour, anyway? She almost groaned.

Yes, she wanted to see him, but... she didn't know how to handle it once she did. Maybe if she just kept her mouth shut, things would work out a little better... but if she didn't tell him something, he was just going to ruin whatever life he had.

She sighed, getting things ready for when he showed up.

sixthdeadliest October 20 2011, 02:07:31 UTC

When he walked up to the lab, he was largely calm and composed. Practice made perfect, it seemed. He almost had the look and sound of his other self down. Even adjusting to the "magna blades" was going well.

He hesitated at the door, hand reaching out towards the chime. He paused before pushing it. It was now or never. And claiming that he wasn't feeling well and heading back to bed wasn't an option when he was trying to avoid a doctor.

doc_holi October 20 2011, 02:13:50 UTC

That bzzzz again. It must've been him.

Alright, Holiday, deep breath. You're mature enough to handle this. You shouldn't be FREAKING TERRIFIED. He's just a patient that you need to take another look at. That's all.

Just... another patient.

She stopped what she was doing to walk over to the door. Deep breath. Slow. In. Out. Good. She clicked the door open to look at him. She... had no idea what to say... but at least she was composed a little better than last time. Tired, but... composed.

"This isn't a bad time?"

Start off easy.

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