House was working diligently... at balancing his large ball which was always on his desk, on the handle of his cane. He was standing behind his desk, jostling the ball about, occasionally tossing the ball in the air and catching it again. It might've appeared to anyone looking into his office that he was merely taking a break, rather than point-blank avoiding doing any of the work that awaited him. The pile of files on his desk, for example
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"'Oops', my ass," Cuddy said. She crossed her arms over her chest. Even without Cameron's heavy hint, Cuddy would've known...okay, suspected that House was hanging around his office, doing little more than playing mindless games. She didn't believe the 'oops' any more than House did.
"You've had one non-clinic patient in the last month, House. Just one." Cuddy gave the ball still resting in the crook of House's cane a pointed look. "I'm fairly certain you have fifteen or twenty minutes to spare for one dictation."
House cast Cuddy a cynical look, jostling his ball lightly on the cane idly. "Why don't you go and tell that to someone to who gives a crap?" he remarked. He gave a flick of his cane so the ball was tossed in the air and he dashed his free hand out to grab it just as he pointed his cane at the door that led out to the diagnostics conference area. "Like Cameron."
Giving a single, swift twirl of his cane within his fingers, he then grasped it at the handle and thumped it back down on the ground, and casually tossed the ball into the air. Just to be an ass, he continued, "I decided to try a little reverse psychology. Thought that if I ignored the dictation, you wouldn't bother me about it. But seeing you are bothering me about it, maybe I'll just keep ignoring you in the hopes that you'll quit bothering me altogether
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"Yeah, and why don't you tell it to someone who actually believes you," Cuddy shot back. "I don't think even Cameron's that gullible any more. After all, I think you secretly like me nagging you, otherwise, you'd stop doing the things that you know are going to make me nag you."
Cuddy gave House a smug look, but she didn't really believe it. House's behavior was purely the result of his contrary nature. He did things even thought he knew it would come back to bite him, and no one, not even House sometimes, knew why he did.
"And no, that's not the only reason I'm here," Cuddy added with a casual shrug. House wasn't the only one who could operate with ulterior motives. "I simply thought I'd get the business part of the discussion out of the way first."
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"You've had one non-clinic patient in the last month, House. Just one." Cuddy gave the ball still resting in the crook of House's cane a pointed look. "I'm fairly certain you have fifteen or twenty minutes to spare for one dictation."
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Giving a single, swift twirl of his cane within his fingers, he then grasped it at the handle and thumped it back down on the ground, and casually tossed the ball into the air. Just to be an ass, he continued, "I decided to try a little reverse psychology. Thought that if I ignored the dictation, you wouldn't bother me about it. But seeing you are bothering me about it, maybe I'll just keep ignoring you in the hopes that you'll quit bothering me altogether ( ... )
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Cuddy gave House a smug look, but she didn't really believe it. House's behavior was purely the result of his contrary nature. He did things even thought he knew it would come back to bite him, and no one, not even House sometimes, knew why he did.
"And no, that's not the only reason I'm here," Cuddy added with a casual shrug. House wasn't the only one who could operate with ulterior motives. "I simply thought I'd get the business part of the discussion out of the way first."
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