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[amphetamedic]

Bra-fuckin'-vo, all--

--s'nice ta see ya all workin' out yer little problems. I've always been a firm believa' that most issues can be solved with a slap ta th' mouth er two. S'healthy. Good fer ya.

Fuckin'...therapeutic.

That bein' said--I am a doctor. An' I am currently acceptin' patients. An' whass even better than that:

I don' like the lot

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[livelygolem]

Right here, guy! What's happening, what's up?

[amphetamedic]

...how ya findin' yerself this week, kid?

[And obviously he's just checking up on you, not contacting you because he's interested in what your face would look like under his fist.]

[livelygolem]

Uuuh, pretty fine, I guess. People keep trying to hit me, which is less than cool in my book. Hope it's okay, I had to do some pretty serious casting to clear the roomie early in the week, but I think it was okay since I've been so sparse lately. She's stupidly strong! I don't know if she's just like...stronger than I predicted or actually strong? I don't know.

How are you anyway? Isn't this week like...how you live your life?

[amphetamedic]

All powerful caster like you, gettin' yer ass handed ta ya by a 75 pound chick?

...yeah. Sounds 'bout right.

M'good. Wasn't kiddin' 'bout this bein' the best way ta fix yer problems. An' I could give fuckall 'bout anyone else here--in fact, the only person I feel like poppin' one--

--is you.

[livelygolem]

Doc, you do care~!

[amphetamedic]

Ugh.

That thing--that ya did with yer voice, jus' now? Almost made the urge leave me completely.

...we should test it.

[livelygolem]

You think that's a good idea? I mean, I don't, uh, I'm not sure if that's the best thing you've ever thought of. Seems a little self-serving.

But, hey. If, uh, if you think it's a good idea...

[amphetamedic]

[He snorts.] Self-servin'? Well, obviously.

But are ya sayin' there's nothin' in ya wantin' to try an' knock my block off?

[livelygolem]

Well, I didn't say that. I guess as long as we have a mutual understanding, then--

You at home?

[amphetamedic]

[Worth just smiles sharply.]

In my room. Or office, dependin' on who's here.

Not pussyin' out, then?

[livelygolem]

Me? Come on!

Okay, that's not an impossibility, but I'm already on my way!

[amphetamedic]

An' I'm just waitin' patiently.

[He takes another deep pull from the water bottle and grins before turning off the feed.]

[-->In person]

[livelygolem]

[Home or office? Home or office? He tries for home. What the hell, maybe Worth hasn't started...business hours yet today. Hanna moseys into the suite and approaches Worth's door to knock.

[But he reconsiders knocking straight on. Scoots to stand behind the safety of the wall, and stretches his arm out to knock from a distance. Who knows how frisky the good doctor is feeling?]

[In person]

[amphetamedic]

[Oh, Hanna. Worth's room IS his office, he's just a fan of word twisting.

He's also a fan of not being a complete moron, so if you think he's answering the door, you're outta your damn mind. Worth's voice rings out from inside the room.]

S'open.

[And when Hanna enters, he'd see Worth, lounging luxuriously with his feet up on his desk.]

[livelygolem]

[It's a shame, because he was really relishing his Rainbow-6-level ingenuity. But whatever, Hanna is more than happy to just stroll right in.] Morning, captain. You're looking particularly leisurely today!

[amphetamedic]

Feelin' particularly leisurely today. [Worth's smiling, but there's something else behind that smile that's not usually there--not towards Hanna, anyways. He removes his feet from the desk and stands at full height--something else he rarely ever does around Hanna.]

So.

People've been takin' shots atcha, then?

[Please ignore Worth's hands flexing in and out of fists.]