Day 26: Doctor's Office #2, Dr. House (Fourth Shift)

[damned_doctors]

The good thing about self-righteous patients was that they usual didn't stick around in House's office for long. Same went for the rest of the people at this damn place, all of them boring and all of them unworthy of House's time. The diagnostician wanted to head back to their crappy temporary living quarters in town, but Wilson was his ride and

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[outtokillhim]

The thing about outwardly grumpy people; the type like this doctor, was that it was so hard to scope out their purpose for being so, and thus find a way to manipulate them. Most of them were pissed for entirely different reasons and could respond to anything from paternal pity to collaborative bitching.

The fact that Envy had been given a short sleeved uniform to wear that clearly showed the bandaged gashes on his wrist severely limited his potential characters to play. Denying and saying that he wasn't some snivelling self pitying kid who did it to himself would do little good. He was crazy after all.

He wasn't particularly annoyed, but he supposed he should stir up a little to match the patient character he was inevitably going to be percieved as.

"So, do you have an injection to cure my crazy, or do we have to talk about feelings?" He asked as he slumped into a chair.

[damned_doctors]

"If you're talking about drugs, keep your eyes off 'em; they're mine." House replied with his usual amount of sarcasm, though he took a glance at the obvious injuries on the patient's arms before looking back to the magazine in his hands, his tone pitiless. "Guess I'm doing a sucky job, then."

[outtokillhim]

"So bad a job that you've failed before you've begun? It's a wonder you keep your career," Envy's act was outlined by his honest comfort in being a sarcastic bitch once in a while. It came so naturally, "Does this mean you just get to ship me on home?"

Envy spoke this in an easy nonchalant manner, but one that was carefully worded, in that he hoped to squeeze a little something out of his doctor about what his story extended to beyond the walls of the institute. Even the lie might betray something about the truth of the matter. False pretenses were typically grounded in some form of reality.

[damned_doctors]

"It's a wonder you keep your hands, and no." House flipped a page of the publication he was reading. "Are you really enough of an idiot to think half-assed suicide attempts are going to get you out of the nuthouse?"

[outtokillhim]

"I certainly don't suppose that a half-assed doctor is going to do a hell of a lot better job at it." He didn't get why this guy was working in such a field if he was so apathetic about it. Even angry and bitter doctors seemed to at least care somewhat about their trade. Then again, Envy had not made himself familiar with many psychologists, something a sarcastic voice in his head said was a very fundamental problem with him.

Maybe this guy just liked to argue. Perhaps if Envy indulged him he could get something; at least a story to go along with about why his fake self- this William Barret- was here. Otherwise, it wouldn't be too bad to have a verbal spar and not have lethal punches thrown at him. Hopefully...

[damned_doctors]

"Half-assed doctor, not psychologist." House replied, seeming to find a sunglasses ad far more interesting than his patient. "The idiot upstairs is short-staffed, and I'm here because there's something that's supposed to be physically wrong with you."

The doctor glanced over his magazine and then back again.

"From the look of things, though, your hair just needs less chlorine."

[outtokillhim]

Envy indignantly pushed his hair back, scoffing at the attempt at an insult. His hair was just fine, thanks. Only petty idiots who had nothing better to say bothered making fun of it. (He'd had enough comments about house plants already.)

"It sounds like you're really itching to get rid of me, so let's try and make this easy. How do I get you to stamp my papers up and shoo me out of this shit hole?"

[damned_doctors]

[ OOC: Ach, sorry I forgot to respond until now! Don't have too great of a track record with you, do I? x_x; Anyway, onwards with the backthread? ]

"Well, let's see..." House scratched the stubble on his chin as he glanced up at the well-lit ceiling. "Sexual favors would be kinda cool, but not whining all the time would work too."

[outtokillhim]

[OOC- indeed. I h8 u nao. */wrist* Sure! Envy can play in to spots at once. TIME PARADOX OH SHI-]

This guy was beginning to sound an awful lot like Greed. Annoying as hell, but he could at least play this game. He generally fared pretty well with a biting and excessively crude spice of sarcasm.

"All the time? I walked in here a few minutes ago and unless you've been keeping vigilant watch on me, which you seem far too lazy to do, you have no idea whether I've been whining at all till now," He crossed his legs, eyeing the unenthused doctor with a sardonic sneer, speaking in that well practiced understated tone of dry humor he was so good at employing with this body and voice, "As it so happens, when I must, I've been playing along with all your whims pretty damn skippy. So damn skippy, in fact, I totally just fistfucked my nurse in the janitor's closet out of sheer gratitude for her sincere efforts to cure my mental illness! If only I'd have known I should have been saving all that effort for you, though!" He batted his

[damned_doctors]

House didn't show much of a reaction at all towards his patient's inflammatory comments, and in fact seemed to ignore the latter half of his rant in the interest of reading his magazine.

"My point is proven." He glanced over the top of the magazine and then back again. "Whiny."