You’ll excuse me, some of us here are working.
Do not tell me you are scared of needles ?
( She approaches, making a point of holding it with the tip facing him. )
now, @TAINTEDGRASP, can you stop to walk around through the whole place with the needle inside of your hand like a psychopath?
because the only valid psychopath is me here.
( Such a pleasure for her to be the public of his comedy… )
Glad I could be of satisfaction to you.
( She says, before rolling her eyes. )
...What makes you think I am stressed, exactly ?
@TAINTEDGRASP hey, it's his humor! maybe sometimes a little bit rough but always there with a joke around the corner.
whatever, her words were almost like a compliment.
'that's better.
anything else would be a lie, 𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚. you seem to be a little bit stressed.'
This satisfies her. Moira does not look away from him. At his question, she chuckles.
“I think you and I both know I offer more than mere generic painkillers.”
She lets the words sit for a bit.
“I’m talking about a more… Complex, and efficient procedure.”
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ㅤStill clueless, but despite how defensive he would feel around medical attention, the promise of relief, even if temporary, was still quite tempting.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ« Are we talking about painkillers .ᐣ It would be nice during bad days. »
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"I... Suppose you're right."
She pours her water into a cup, puts a tea bag in it, and turns to face her again. Surprise marks her face for an instant. She's already finished. Impressive.
Then, something flickers in her eyes. Curiosity.
"...Do tell me more."
"I don't need precision to tear an enemy in half..." grumbling, finishing up the last bit of the meal.
"Though...when the sun sets, i...i can't control myself."