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sure.  [he lowers his defensive hands from the biting retort previously directed at him at the start,  from a turned back before,  and sinks onto the bench opposite her.]  i think the poor table’s had enough tattooing for the day,  gi. 

@testedsoul ⠀ ⠀ ✿              wha—?                [countenance, decked out in a grimace which could be described in no better verbiage than cranky, turns to face his.]            i don’t know what you’re talking about. 

@dreamrboy ⠀ ⠀ ✿              [she’ll fake a gag, all in good fun.]            that’s criminal. my sister used to do jager-rumples like, all the time in junior year.   —sounds like my guy and your girl would get along though. 

ohhhh.  (  he stamps out his half-smoked cig, smiling apologetically.  )  dude, that is kinda gross.  i used to see this girl who only did rumple shots.  like, straight up.  i really did chuck every time.

@dreamrboy ⠀ ⠀ ✿              they were all this guy i used to date smoked.   i convinced myself i liked them while we were together,  and totally barfed after every date.   it was totally stupid.

@morguesaint ⠀ ⠀ ✿              oh,   /come on/.   you’ve had it on for,  what,  ten whole minutes?    enjoy it a little, alex. 

*       @lacrymosas
            tamamdırr <3

/ intro pls!

/   sí

woof indeed.   [  a somber chuckle.   whether that be in begrudging acceptance of this particular hand,  obviously not a royal flush,  or his non committal response to what had quickly become their cryptic yet somewhat juvenile language—‘woof’ sounded just about right.   her visage,  a glimmer of sunlight streaking through aggravated storm clouds,  engraved behind his eyes,  fresco mural painted into synapses.   fresh,  wet,  permanent.  ]   abandoned train station … [  because where else would she be taking him to?   ‘trustworthy,’  she said.  ]   this should be promising.   [  no additional inquiry,  not on the sister part or given location,  dancing struck his fancy hard enough.   nearly there—hardly any point in acting as if he’s totally and entirely against this.   what happens,  happens.   the aforementioned sister,  a bell rung at her guessing game prior..  coming and going.   foot on the brakes but not an abrupt stop like he knew to slow down.  ]   what—   did you forget something??   don’t tell me you have to pee. 

@lielights ⠀ ⠀ ✿              woof.            [doomsday begins with a handsome man. her discerning eyes pick up on the move of his adam’s apple, a rare tell of atticus banks’ humanity. there’s not much of a view to focus on besides the army of rain droplets assaulting the top—notch window of this top—notch, so she’s been stealing glances from him. unassuming, greedy, little bites.]            la estación’s where we’re going.   y’know the old abandoned train station they closed down after the,            [a charles mason wannabe and his group’s attempt as a statement. it’s shrugged off, unimportant.]               it’s real fun.   you’ll like it.    the owners used to love my sister.             [it’s silent again before she takes one final look, as if to etch the silhouette of it to memory; see if it fits the bill for the inevitable person of interest query she may have to file at the local police headquarters the next morrow. men, for the most part, were often too morose for sweetheart cadence. odd. her sister’s at the back of gigi’s mind still. the corner of her eyes stray to the side of the roa—]                 !       —/oh my god/,   pull over. 

( … )   [  a glance is spared,  long enough to make any innocent or guilty fool and saint reconsider crossing paths,  sitting in the pews before the manufactured judge,  jury,  and executioner—atticus.   eyes boring into an entity that obeyed only the lawless existence that was simply being..  gigi.   an accurately depicted predicament,  he must agree,  reconsidering the collision course of their night.   humdrum to intangible in reality.   sprite or fae barely contained in confines of human flesh and face,  an enigma.   again,  how has he come to this.   strange fickle mistress that was fate in the sheepskin of reality.  ]   sure you do.   [  following commands from both hands on the steering wheel,  prowling onto pavement where traffic lie beyond the bubble of his puppeteered hemisphere.   down the south route they go.  ]   you write it down.   i’m a little busy following alice down the rabbit hole. 

i will show you. come with me.

@corruptair ⠀ ⠀ ✿              oh,   you have a place out there?    —sweet.    i didn’t know people lived outside of the suburban seventh circle of hell here,  to be honest. 

yes, * a simple response, paired with a broad gesture to the heavily forested acreage nearby, * i live there. 

bro.  [  the word exits his mouth smoothly.  he actually has to restrain himself from adding it to every sentence.  ]  i'm actually a ginger..  just because you are, doesn't mean everyone is.  [  it's obvious that these comebacks don't come natural to him.  he has the vibe of a guy who should be braiding flowers into hair, or walking a comical amount of dogs on an nyc street.  not trying (and failing) to match an experienced girl's wit.  ]

@dreamrboy ⠀ ⠀ ✿              why?           [she’ll echo the overplayed line of reasoning her younger sister’s abused for years.]            you’ve got your own hair color, don’t you?  what is it,     —boring brown?            [truth be told, she had no actual intention of causing (ir)rational harm. just that it had come to her then as sudden and naturally as a cramp.]

oh.  [  he's silenced with that one.  he's got more bananas at home than he can count— it's all julia will eat currently, since he started her on solids.  he can work this one out. he shifts, hands in his pockets now, one hand over the half-finished box of cigs.  ]  'cauuuseee.. i want to?  why else?

i’ll keep that in mind.   [ “don’t bring up soap-operas too much when you’re with me” is what she would say if she wasn’t expected to remain professional. ]   staff shortage.  one of my mentors brought me along.  [ truth is,  she would rather be back in the city.   more specifically,   she would rather be back in the OR where she’s meant to be,  not floating around in the emergency room doing simple sutures on a teenager who fell off her bike (allegedly).  the most exciting part of this week was the single hernia repair she scrubbed in on. ]   here.  you’ll find care instructions in this folder.  you’ll have to come back in two weeks to have your stitches removed.   do you have any questions for me?

@lacrymosas ⠀ ⠀ ✿              it’s a good wildly inaccurate soap-opera. don’t flack soap-operas too much when you’re with me.           [she’ll look at stitch-work, the imagined ‘g’,  and try to visualize a hypothetical scenario where this is her life’s work: listening to a grubby teenager babble on, see the same three patients every other day because of how small the town you’re in, wear an ill-fitting coat. she’d stick to being the patient, thanks.]            sounds serious.   what’s a serious sheriff like you doing here?   —sorry,   /chief/.
            
            *        we are literally two sides of the same coin omg,, meant to beeee !! gorgeous, adding you rn hehe <33 excitedddd

i wouldn’t use grey’s anatomy as a good reference for what people in the medical field do.   it’s a wildly inaccurate soap-opera.  [ recommended by a friend a few years back,  deniz finally got around to watching the beloved show with her one night..  and she couldn’t get past the first season without pointing out all the inaccuracies,  the hipaa violations,  and other questionable choices made.  she no longer takes recommendations from this friend. ]   i’m a general surgery chief resident.   chief residents are senior physicians in their final year of surgical training—this in my fifth year.  we direct patient care,  lead trauma cases,  and perform advanced surgical cases.  we’re also responsible for training medical students,  interns,  and junior residents.   i wouldn’t normally be handling your case.   there’s usually an ER physician for this kind of thing.
            
            /  LMAOO my mom was the same with me but with telenovelas.  my tía switched over from telenovelas to turkish dramas years ago, so that's how i got into it ajajaja  &  yes, she really does!!  my discord is zaorsia (no additional letters or numbers).  feel free to reach out whenever,  i'd love to plot or just chat in general :)