[Thread] Just What the Doctor Ordered
Characters: Tony Stark (OU), Yinsen (OU).
Where: The Park
When: After this conversation.
Summary: Tony needs some time to unwind, Yinsen is there to be a good friend.
Warnings: None.
Yinsen smoothed his short beard thoughtfully as he stood and stuck the small computer into his pocket. He lingered just a moment in the clinic, glad that he could enjoy the space again instead of being locked in useless unconsciousness. After a moment of quiet reflection he shuffled on the business coat he had ordered from the Indigeo against the fall cold that had fallen on the compound while he slept and stepped outside.
Chill air made the surgeon wince slightly. Silently he promised himself he would get a hat and gloves to join his formal coat in the near future. Colder days than this were surely on the way. The Arab doctor stopped for a moment in his room on the way to the Park, picking up a few essentials in the way of the backgammon board and hot tea before making his way to the meeting place.
When he arrived, Yinsen took a seat on one of the benches, tea and board set gently beside him. Then he waited, trying to will himself to believe that the bitter cold in the wind was pleasantly cool rather than biting.
Where: The Park
When: After this conversation.
Summary: Tony needs some time to unwind, Yinsen is there to be a good friend.
Warnings: None.
Yinsen smoothed his short beard thoughtfully as he stood and stuck the small computer into his pocket. He lingered just a moment in the clinic, glad that he could enjoy the space again instead of being locked in useless unconsciousness. After a moment of quiet reflection he shuffled on the business coat he had ordered from the Indigeo against the fall cold that had fallen on the compound while he slept and stepped outside.
Chill air made the surgeon wince slightly. Silently he promised himself he would get a hat and gloves to join his formal coat in the near future. Colder days than this were surely on the way. The Arab doctor stopped for a moment in his room on the way to the Park, picking up a few essentials in the way of the backgammon board and hot tea before making his way to the meeting place.
When he arrived, Yinsen took a seat on one of the benches, tea and board set gently beside him. Then he waited, trying to will himself to believe that the bitter cold in the wind was pleasantly cool rather than biting.