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[worksmart]

[Chase is strolling down a familiar white lit hospital corridor, ear to a phone.]

First seasonal case of sledder's testicle this morning. On his stomach, too fast down the hill, slipped through one of the slats... yep... other one was relatively unscathed, though. If I'm lucky that's my last clinic session this year.

[He pauses for the other side

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[byweavinglives]

[Speaking of getting coffee, that's where Saya is, bundled up as usual, but still managing to look sleek and stylish as she gets an espresso. She's peppering it with something from a flask that she pulled out of her purse]

[worksmart]

[Chase notices her as he turns away with his own saccharine black. Dutifully, he checks the ceiling before he attempts a surprise attack, leaning in over her shoulder to murmur.]

Don't trust their sweeteners?

[byweavinglives]

I prefer my coffee a little stronger.

[She turns to look up at him, smiling, and she sips]

[worksmart]

If you try one of the bars, they'll serve you Irish.

[He smiles and folds his free arm across his chest, a support for the one holding a cup.]

Hi.

you keep your distance with a system of touch and gentle persuasion;

[aregulargirl]

[ max has been something of a recluse for the past few weeks, not doing much besides going to work, coming back home, and spending an exorbitant amount of time on rooftops. but she has to eat some time, and so she's out tonight with the intent of doing a bit of grocery shopping.

the coat she's wearing is one that's slightly more appropriate for the weather than the leather ones she tends to favor even at this time of year, since she does still prefer to blend in when she can get away with it. her hands are tucked away into her pockets and to those observing her as she walks by, it may seem as if she's not looking where she's going, but she's paying just enough attention to avoid bumping into people or coming face-to-face with a wall. the outing isn't just to get food. it's an excuse to get out of the apartment and clear her head without necessarily having to be social, but walking's not really doing the trick.

at times like this, she really misses her motorcycle

you keep your distance with a system of touch and gentle persuasion;

[worksmart]

[Chase had a roommate who spent an exorbitant amount of time on rooftops. It's a trait he now looks on with equal measures of fondness and frustration. He has noticed that it's been a while since he's heard from the city's resident cat lady, but he's not thinking about that particularly as he steps out of the local chinese place on his way home. It's been a long day elbow deep in chest cavity, and his thoughts are focused on the crispy wan-ton he's fishing out of his bag.]

you keep your distance with a system of touch and gentle persuasion;

[aregulargirl]

[ smelling the chinese food nearby, max is almost tempted to forgo the grocery shopping and pick up her dinner there, but she doubts that the place carries coffee and cream as well as quickly prepared meals. still, she's walking by there anyway, and maybe she can place an order to go.

someone is stepping out of the door as she gets close, and while she's aware enough of her surroundings to not bump into the people she's been walking by, a door opening as she turns to enter a building is something she doesn't see coming, and she nearly bumps into the person exiting. ]

Oh, sorry, are you -

[ and then she looks up and realizes who it is. ]

Oh. [ a bit of an awkward pause, which she attempts to cover by pushing a lock of hair that's gone astray due to the wind out of her eyes. ] Hey.

you keep your distance with a system of touch and gentle persuasion;

[worksmart]

[He steps back, jolting his elbow against the darkened glass door hard enough to have to go scrambling after his bag, catching the handles just before dinner hits the floor. It's not surprising that when he looks up, he looks irritated, but that soon fades into a faint, surprised smile.]

Hey. You don't have to rush the door, I think there's enough chow mein to go round.

[horrible_protag]

I've never quite heard of, what was it, sledder's . . . testicle?

[worksmart]

We get them every snowy season, like clockwork.

[horrible_protag]

That's an unpleasant clock.

[worksmart]

Time to learn not to go down head first.

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[worksmart]

Clinical term.

[By this point Chase is over being annoyed that the device was recording. It's not like the poor bugger he treated can be identified from the hips up.]

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[worksmart]

It was just a wrench. Everything in there should keep on swimming.

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[7thborn]

I'm not sure which is better. Handling that or being outside and handling the curse.

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[worksmart]

I didn't know they were something you enjoyed handling.

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[7thborn]

[Rather loud, unladylike snort of laughter goes here.]

Now, Chase, that's hardly appropriate for the holiday season, is it?

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[worksmart]

If you spent some time in ER you'd know it's as festive as out of tune carollers.