Wilson yawned as he wandered along the corridor from the apartment towards the clinic proper. He had a cup of coffee in his hand and a couple of medical journals in the other
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Angelus stopped by during a moment between classes. He caught Wilson's eye, but indicated he could wait if need be. He wasn't there for medical reasons.
Wilson did a bit of a double take when he saw the vampire, then nodded to the indication.
It took him a few minutes to juggle things the busy morning but hell...compared to the hospital, this was child's play and so he didn't keep Angelus waiting too long, hopefully.
Walking back to where ever the vampire's inquisitive nature had taken him, Wilson called out cheerfully.
Wilson set a hand on his hip and eyed the immediate area.
"He's...around."
Because that part was true, House wasn't letting Wilson get too far out of his sight, not since the other night when the oncologist had told him about Julie and the baby.
"But I can't put a hand on him at the moment." Turning back towards Angelus, Wilson lifted his eyebrows. "Do you need me to try paging him?"
[ooc: House's mun is at work but the running story is, House is close to keep an eye on Wilson these days making sure Wilson doesn't get into the Vicodin supply]
"Ah! That's where the set came from. It's very nice." His way of saying he understood it wasn't a euphamism without stating the obvious. Smiling warmly he arched one dark brow.
"Be careful, he's a hell of a strategist. I think he'll be about later this afternoon, if you want to try to catch up with him then?"
Wilson remembered House muttering something about the possibility of a game and as dark eyes watched the vampire for a moment, Wilson found himself asking curiously.
It was right on the tip of his tongue to spit out the oncological party line about the dangers of smoking but to his credit, he remembered who he was talking to and stopped himself.
Giving a goodnatured shrug, Wilson said, "Don't see why you can't smoke in the apartment, still nice enough out at night to open the windows."
"Sounds like a plan," a grin on Angelus's lips suggested the vampire had been wondering if Wilson was going to give him the cigarettes=death lecture. "Catch you later then."
[OOC: House will be on later, if you're on AIM, I'll ping you when I get online...birthday dinner with some friends from church happening tonight, but I expect I'll be back by say 7, 7:30 est.]
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It took him a few minutes to juggle things the busy morning but hell...compared to the hospital, this was child's play and so he didn't keep Angelus waiting too long, hopefully.
Walking back to where ever the vampire's inquisitive nature had taken him, Wilson called out cheerfully.
"Hey, what do you need?"
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"He's...around."
Because that part was true, House wasn't letting Wilson get too far out of his sight, not since the other night when the oncologist had told him about Julie and the baby.
"But I can't put a hand on him at the moment." Turning back towards Angelus, Wilson lifted his eyebrows. "Do you need me to try paging him?"
[ooc: House's mun is at work but the running story is, House is close to keep an eye on Wilson these days making sure Wilson doesn't get into the Vicodin supply]
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[ooc: Gotcha.]
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"Be careful, he's a hell of a strategist. I think he'll be about later this afternoon, if you want to try to catch up with him then?"
Wilson remembered House muttering something about the possibility of a game and as dark eyes watched the vampire for a moment, Wilson found himself asking curiously.
"Think I would be allowed to watch?"
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[ooc: How will I know House is around?]
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"I'll let him know you're looking for him. Would it be easier if he called you when he had some free time?"
[ooc: I can boot her an e-mail let her know about this conversation and...err...maybe a post in House's personal journal?]
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[ooc: Works and works]
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Giving Angelus a wry grin, the oncologist slid his hands into the pockets of his slacks, resting for a moment on his feet.
"I'll get a note to him, immediately. Anything or...anyone we should have in for snacks?"
He couldn't completely resist...come on!
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Wilson made a mental note to run down to the liqour store after his clinic hours. Scotch sounded mighty nice actually.
"One of the Glen brother's okay with you?"
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Giving a goodnatured shrug, Wilson said, "Don't see why you can't smoke in the apartment, still nice enough out at night to open the windows."
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