FTEC, Sunday Evening

[banikslaveboy]

Stark approached the clinic warily when he arrived for his shift. After last weekend, he had been worried it might be full to overflowing again and he might be forced to tell even more people that they needed to not be hit on the head so hard in the future.

After a check showed the clinic to be blissfully empty, he settled down at the desk with a mug of hot chocolate and pulled out a notebook. The TV, as it generally was when the clinic was quiet, was on.

[Around. Pokeable. Bored.]