Night 50: Doctor's Office 2 [Dr. Stein]
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First things first, though. Mello stepped into the office, shining the flashlight around.
"Wow. What a fucking mess." It wasn't really cluttered, though the desk certainly was. It was more the impression the room gave of having been put haphazardly back together from parts of other rooms. He scowled at the arrows on the floor. I get to leave, you'll always end up right in that chair again, forever, they seemed to be saying on behalf of whichever doctor this office belonged to. Mello went to the desk and gave everything a big old shove, sending papers flying, ash scattering, and the computer crashing to the floor. Take that, sick bastard. Glancing back at Matt, he shrugged, one-shouldered. "I need a place to sit."
The drawer was his next target, and he yanked it open, probably harder than was strictly necessary, smirking when he saw the cigarettes there. "Bingo." If this place had made a liar out of him after he'd promised Matt smokes, he would've been extra-pissed at it.
First things first, though. Mello stepped into the office, shining the flashlight around.
"Wow. What a fucking mess." It wasn't really cluttered, though the desk certainly was. It was more the impression the room gave of having been put haphazardly back together from parts of other rooms. He scowled at the arrows on the floor. I get to leave, you'll always end up right in that chair again, forever, they seemed to be saying on behalf of whichever doctor this office belonged to. Mello went to the desk and gave everything a big old shove, sending papers flying, ash scattering, and the computer crashing to the floor. Take that, sick bastard. Glancing back at Matt, he shrugged, one-shouldered. "I need a place to sit."
The drawer was his next target, and he yanked it open, probably harder than was strictly necessary, smirking when he saw the cigarettes there. "Bingo." If this place had made a liar out of him after he'd promised Matt smokes, he would've been extra-pissed at it.