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[nosferotofu]

[ Edward Dalton sits perched on a chair, a vague cloud of impatience tangible even beyond the lens of the camera. His chair bisects the space between the wall and the door, and the words City General stand out in white window lettering against the window above the door.

He's staring at something, someone, eyebrows rising in response to a silent

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[nosferotofu]

[ Interior monologue: Shit ]

It wasn't meant as an insult.

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[nosferotofu]

And I swear, I didn't intend to say any of this. They turned on the camera and...

It's a curse.

[eiremagic]

[PAUSE]

Oh.

[nosferotofu]

Here to register a complaint?

[eiremagic]

No.

[nosferotofu]

All right, then.

Curse.

[never_very_good]

What the fuck, bro.

[nosferotofu]

How many times do I have to say it? Curse.

[never_very_good]

I know the drill.

[nosferotofu]

You also know I was never much for giving performances.

[vicodincrutch]

Supposedly he's a good doctor? Sometimes he tries to hard?

You don't have any educated guesses.

[nosferotofu]

You must be Doctor House.

[vicodincrutch]

I guess so.

[vicodincrutch]

I mean. I suppose so.