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The third day after I got here I walked into a clinic on the edge of the underground and got a job from a guy with a skin condition - don't know the clinical name, we'll call it green scales - who told me he heals with the laying on of hands. Since then, I've found out he only lays on his hands in exchange for a fragment of your soul, which suited

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[vicodincrutch]

Shaving and keeping in touch are not on your list. Better add that. Oh. Back pedaling. That too. Hmm. I'd put a healthy helping of ass kissing and apologies, I mean, if you have time.

[intheblanks]

Sorry, tight schedule this week. Try me later.

[vicodincrutch]

Because now isn't a good time. Right.

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Because I don't need to kiss your arse anymore, House. Want me to suggest a moisturiser?

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[adamantined]

[Someone else has been absent the Network for a good chunk of time, though whether Claire has been working in seedy Underground clinics is debatable. She doesn't say anything right away, and there's a stretch of silence in which she contemplates not saying anything at all, but she's always had impulse control problems.]

You're an ass.

[He apparently already knows, but it bears repeating.]

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I take it you know me.

[There isn't much recognition in return. He had been drunk last time, after all, and it was forty days ago.]

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[adamantined]

[Bad impulse control problems. Mistakes. She moves the communicator away from her mouth so as not to say 'biblically.']

It doesn't really matter. I could just be commenting on how you obviously kept a bunch of people waiting to hear from you and spent all that time doing something stupid like patching up things that could eat you if the needle prick hurts too much.

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You could be, but you sound bloody defensive about it if you are.