it feels like you would let yourself work it outjustdoingmyjobMarch 23 2009, 01:12:50 UTC
"Peter," be answers, and then because Peter is a common name, he adds, "Peter Petrelli, just got here...two weeks ago?" He laughs because he's honestly not sure of the precise date. Oh well. Just one other reason he's not a teacher.
"I'm not criticizing you," he clarifies because he doesn't want Caspian to mistake his meaning. Then again, it isn't as if they are friends, so how else might a person take that? He doesn't blame him for it in the least at any rate. Hands taken care of, he eyes the bruise and cut lip, frowning briefly before getting up, taking bowl and cloth and all else with him. To the side of the counter there is a short refrigeration unit, freezer too, and he takes out an ice pack, wrapping it in a small cloth so the sting of the cold isn't quite as severe. Then he hands it to Caspian, passing by him again to walk to his desk, finding his file.
"Like I said, he probably deserved it. I just..." he shakes his head again, slipping the folder back into the desk. "...well, I don't know," he laughs and then shrugs. "But I'm sort of a more than temporary-not-quite-permanent replacement, so, if I start seeing you here more often I'm going to have to ask for names." It's protocol, especially when the other boy fails to sign in.
Looking at the clock, he knows most of the students have probably left for the day, out to hang around town or to extra curricular activities and so on. It explains the comparative quiet from the hall.
it feels like you would let yourself work it outtreadingdawnMarch 23 2009, 01:28:59 UTC
What is it with likable men and the name Peter? Well, this one is far more outgoing than the other one, at least where first impressions are concerned. Honestly he hasn't known either of them long enough to judge, which is a pity considering how long he's noticed the other Peter. Anyway, Caspian nods and makes to offer his hand for a shake, except both hands have been bandaged so maybe it would be best not to undo Petrelli's work.
"Peter. I am Caspian, but you may already know that," he probably already knows he's a senior too. "I apologize, I didn't know you are the new nurse. You're not exactly what I expected," Caspian adds without attaching the impression his clothing and demeanor gave him, that and he thought he'd be older.
"No, but you are right," says the student who accepts the cloth covered ice pack. He holds it to the bruise, one that will swell nowhere near to the size of the other boy's, hah. "It's okay, I would rather not be dishonest. I don't come here frequently but I have been here more often than I should," Caspian admits while getting to his feet. "Is that all, then...?"
it feels like you would let yourself work it outjustdoingmyjobMarch 23 2009, 01:41:41 UTC
Nodding, he runs a hand through his hair, making a face as if to say yeah I get that a lot about the age, the clothes, the unexpectedness of it all.
"You don't need to apologize," he holds up a hand, placating. "And yeah, that's it," he confirms, but what he doesn't say is this time anyway. He has little doubt that he's likely to see this one again, but he only feels badly about it in the sense that Caspian seems kind and probably undeserving of idiotic handling that happens between boys who don't know how to use words or fists. Stupid, but it's the age or something, so they say. Peter doesn't really buy that either. He's seen plenty of adults make complete asses of themselves, and more than once, and quite a few are related to him. Swallowing an annoyed sigh at that thought, leaning at the side of his desk, he knows Nathan thinks what he does is a waste and his father even worse, but whatever. It's what he wants to do.
"I'd tell you to stay out of trouble, but if today's any indication, it sounds like your trouble has to do with standing up for what you think is right--in which case, I can't really just tell you to stay out of trouble, can I?" he smiles again, glancing to the side. As it is, he never really knows what to say in these jobs. For people who he'll see more than once a week, things like goodbye seem silly.
Well, there's another variation.
"So I guess I'll stick with 'see you later'," he nods again as he sits at his desk, on which there isn't much, just a few photographs in frames--two of him and a certain niece, one of him and his brother--as well as some paperwork he has yet to finish and a sort of monstrous looking cup of coffee.
it feels like you would let yourself work it outtreadingdawnMarch 23 2009, 02:01:10 UTC
For a moment he considers these words, kind on one hand but simply honest on the other. They neither condone nor condemn and that's probably what Caspian likes about them the most.
"Thank you, Peter--ah, Nurse Petrelli," the Telmarine corrects himself with another smile. Truthfully he doesn't think Peter prefers the latter title. He seems far too relaxed and comfortable, and young,for such formalities. "And... see you later," says the student, "I will have to, it is yours after all." He gestures to the ice pack, the blue gel reusable kind, right? Right.
Caspian shoulders his bag again, the books feeling not so heavy despite his course load. By now he'll have a chance to put them away, spend some time fencing (by himself) then maybe trotting down the street to see what Claire and Zach are up to. That is if he doesn't receive a message. Fortunately Susan has no need of him today, he'd rather not visit her with this face. Peter on the other hand he would hope to find more understanding of the cuts and bruises that come with being a boy of his age. He glances over his shoulder to Peter Petrelli as he approaches the door.
"Thank you again," Caspian bids and even waves before ducking out of the clinic. He doesn't notice the face of that niece in the photograph. At least not today.
"I'm not criticizing you," he clarifies because he doesn't want Caspian to mistake his meaning. Then again, it isn't as if they are friends, so how else might a person take that? He doesn't blame him for it in the least at any rate. Hands taken care of, he eyes the bruise and cut lip, frowning briefly before getting up, taking bowl and cloth and all else with him. To the side of the counter there is a short refrigeration unit, freezer too, and he takes out an ice pack, wrapping it in a small cloth so the sting of the cold isn't quite as severe. Then he hands it to Caspian, passing by him again to walk to his desk, finding his file.
"Like I said, he probably deserved it. I just..." he shakes his head again, slipping the folder back into the desk. "...well, I don't know," he laughs and then shrugs. "But I'm sort of a more than temporary-not-quite-permanent replacement, so, if I start seeing you here more often I'm going to have to ask for names." It's protocol, especially when the other boy fails to sign in.
Looking at the clock, he knows most of the students have probably left for the day, out to hang around town or to extra curricular activities and so on. It explains the comparative quiet from the hall.
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"Peter. I am Caspian, but you may already know that," he probably already knows he's a senior too. "I apologize, I didn't know you are the new nurse. You're not exactly what I expected," Caspian adds without attaching the impression his clothing and demeanor gave him, that and he thought he'd be older.
"No, but you are right," says the student who accepts the cloth covered ice pack. He holds it to the bruise, one that will swell nowhere near to the size of the other boy's, hah. "It's okay, I would rather not be dishonest. I don't come here frequently but I have been here more often than I should," Caspian admits while getting to his feet. "Is that all, then...?"
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"You don't need to apologize," he holds up a hand, placating. "And yeah, that's it," he confirms, but what he doesn't say is this time anyway. He has little doubt that he's likely to see this one again, but he only feels badly about it in the sense that Caspian seems kind and probably undeserving of idiotic handling that happens between boys who don't know how to use words or fists. Stupid, but it's the age or something, so they say. Peter doesn't really buy that either. He's seen plenty of adults make complete asses of themselves, and more than once, and quite a few are related to him. Swallowing an annoyed sigh at that thought, leaning at the side of his desk, he knows Nathan thinks what he does is a waste and his father even worse, but whatever. It's what he wants to do.
"I'd tell you to stay out of trouble, but if today's any indication, it sounds like your trouble has to do with standing up for what you think is right--in which case, I can't really just tell you to stay out of trouble, can I?" he smiles again, glancing to the side. As it is, he never really knows what to say in these jobs. For people who he'll see more than once a week, things like goodbye seem silly.
Well, there's another variation.
"So I guess I'll stick with 'see you later'," he nods again as he sits at his desk, on which there isn't much, just a few photographs in frames--two of him and a certain niece, one of him and his brother--as well as some paperwork he has yet to finish and a sort of monstrous looking cup of coffee.
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"Thank you, Peter--ah, Nurse Petrelli," the Telmarine corrects himself with another smile. Truthfully he doesn't think Peter prefers the latter title. He seems far too relaxed and comfortable, and young,for such formalities. "And... see you later," says the student, "I will have to, it is yours after all." He gestures to the ice pack, the blue gel reusable kind, right? Right.
Caspian shoulders his bag again, the books feeling not so heavy despite his course load. By now he'll have a chance to put them away, spend some time fencing (by himself) then maybe trotting down the street to see what Claire and Zach are up to. That is if he doesn't receive a message. Fortunately Susan has no need of him today, he'd rather not visit her with this face. Peter on the other hand he would hope to find more understanding of the cuts and bruises that come with being a boy of his age. He glances over his shoulder to Peter Petrelli as he approaches the door.
"Thank you again," Caspian bids and even waves before ducking out of the clinic. He doesn't notice the face of that niece in the photograph. At least not today.
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