FTEC, Sunday (9/4)
Stark had, as promised, brought cupcakes with him to the clinic for his first official shift. It was a bit strange, being back in the clinic. Yes, he'd been during the thing with the rock and the greyness but that wasn't quite the same thing. And then he'd been using the cupcakes as ammo against the teal deer rather than carrying them carefully in to share with the nurses and anyone else who might stop by.
After he had looked around to see who was there and offered cupcakes to anyone he saw, Stark sat down at the desk. That likely wouldn't last too long. He was feeling a bit restless and perhaps going through cabinets and checking on supplies would help that. At the very least it would keep his hands occupied.
[Open, and OCD-free because that seems to be the thing to do these days]
After he had looked around to see who was there and offered cupcakes to anyone he saw, Stark sat down at the desk. That likely wouldn't last too long. He was feeling a bit restless and perhaps going through cabinets and checking on supplies would help that. At the very least it would keep his hands occupied.
[Open, and OCD-free because that seems to be the thing to do these days]