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[not_british]

It wasn't his fault House felt he had a thing against fat people. Because he didn't. Well. Not really. But it didn't matter, otherwise.

When House gave him the go-ahead to leave because he honestly didn't want to help their most recent patient, George Hagel (for reasons he refuses to disclose to anyone)--who was a very, very fat man (try 600

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[i_love_kettch]

Will he still look quite as pleased when a small remote-controlled X-wing buzzes by right above his head? Then circles round for a strafing run over his coffee cup?

...

Well, at least it's not a TIE fighter.

[not_british]

Not so much with the pleased any longer. Now he's more confused as he watches the X-wing.

"What the hell?"

[i_love_kettch]

The X-wing stops. It's actually gone past the table now, but it buzzes back and hovers a few inches from Chase, the snubnose facing him.

It is like a staring contest.

Possibly, a few tables away, there is a grown man snickering like a nine year old (and, indeed, holding the controller), but still.

[not_british]

He tries to swat it away, all while looking about for its owner.

"Hey," he calls out, hoping its owner (some silly child, probably) would hear him, "Do you mind?"

[i_love_kettch]

"No," Wes calls back rather happily. "Not at all."

He even offers a jaunty cross between a wave and a salute, with the hand holding the controller.

Which makes the X-wing reverse and descend rather suddenly, and he almost falls out of his chair as he brings the controller down again to rescue it.

[ooc: nngh, computer problems; sorry. may fall off face of earth again.]

[not_british]

Chase smirks at this. "At least find someone else to annoy with that toy plane of yours. How old are you, anyway? Eight?"

[ooc: that's okay! don't worry about it. :D]

[i_love_kettch]

"Nine, actually," deadpan.

He does fly the fighter up and away a little, though, so it's not quite buzzing Chase anymore.

"And hey, it's an X-wing, not a plane. None of this Earth nonsense."

[not_british]

Chase shrugs, still watching the fighter as it slightly changes its path.

"Sorry, I can't say I'm particularly learned in telling the differences between your aircrafts," he says.

[i_love_kettch]

"But-- it--"

Wes waves a hand (not the one holding the controller this time) in a slightly flaily manner.

"It's not hard. The wings are in an 'X' shape, see? We're pretty simple people. And it's a spacecraft. To fly out in ... space."

Hmm. That sounded better in his head.

[not_british]

"Space?" Chase frowns. "Where exactly are you from?"

Chase is kind of a fan of things 'extraterrestrial'.

[i_love_kettch]

Wes gives him a slight look. (Just a slight one.)

"A galaxy far, far away," he answers solemnly, and then attempts to stop the X-wing crashing into the rafters.

[not_british]

Chase raises an eyebrow. "Is that a joke?"

[i_love_kettch]

Wes is absolutely appalled at the accusation, and he lets the X-wing hover on its own so he can give Chase another look.

"I can come up with far better jokes. Like the one about the Bothan and the cantina, or the guy who feeds the rancor, or why do TIE fighters scream in space?"

Besides 'because of George Lucas and his scientific inaccuracies', of course.