Carte 25 ♥♦ Black Jack ♣♠ I gave you love, you gave me asthma BI [Accidental Video/In person]
[Black Jack is sitting outside on the grass surrounding the fountain, with a 2 year old child and a pile of envelopes, all in various shades of pink and all perfumed into oblivion. He's opened one or two, but they all say pretty much the same thing. And they're all from the same person.
Leaning back against the stone water feature, the surgeon goes to light his pipe, the smell from the letters somewhat headache inducing. However, before he can really relax he glances over at the young boy next to him.
He's staring. Just, line facing at the Doctor, who in turn, frowns back]
What?
[When the little boy just shrugs, but keeps glancing from the pipe to the Black Jack, he eventually gives in, and puts it out]
Fine. Have it your way.
Leaning back against the stone water feature, the surgeon goes to light his pipe, the smell from the letters somewhat headache inducing. However, before he can really relax he glances over at the young boy next to him.
He's staring. Just, line facing at the Doctor, who in turn, frowns back]
What?
[When the little boy just shrugs, but keeps glancing from the pipe to the Black Jack, he eventually gives in, and puts it out]
Fine. Have it your way.