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“ huh .. ”
well well, looks like work and duty was all she had. it prompts her to lean forward, elbows resting on each thigh.
“ partying, going out, shopping —— anything but work. ”
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⠀There's a pause, the blonde quiet as she mulled over Shion's words. Fun... A life... What did she have outside of her work?
⠀Nothing.
⠀She'd given up everything, every chance of a life, for her craft. Did it truly fulfil her?
⠀⠀❛ Like... Like what? ❜
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work and research, right .. their definition of fun are opposite. it makes her scoff, almost in disbelief. gaze focused onto the hovering glass.
“ you call this fun ? come now, doctor. surely there’s other things you like to do, work aside. ”
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⠀Blue hues narrow at the omnic for a moment, glass dangled procariously between her fingers.
⠀⠀❛ Of course I have 'fun'— I
⠀⠀⠀spend considerable time in
⠀⠀⠀my lab working and
⠀⠀⠀researching. ❜
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at the hiccup, a chuckle finally echoes as a palm supports the side of her head in reflection.
“ such high morals you have, doctor. don’t you have any fun sometimes ? ”
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⠀The bottle is grabbed, dark liquid filling up a now empty glass once more.
⠀⠀❛ An occupation is not an excuse
⠀⠀⠀to devalue kindness. Even an
⠀⠀⠀assassin can have empathy
⠀⠀⠀to care for others... ❜
⠀A small little hiccup. It's the wine.
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⠀https://t.co/1K3r5dlslc Quick little interaction check for Mercy. I'd love to discuss plotted storylines with people too if anybody is interested. Long DM storylines will make Angela's wings flutter. <3
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the doctor’s reaction gives way to an amused hum, fueling her curiosity behind the ‘new doctor’ drinking before her.
“ none, why would she ? after all, she’s a scientist. ”
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⠀Shion might be holding her tongue, but the alcohol has loosened Angela's, and she immediately scoffs. Talon's doctor, right.
⠀Another swig of wine—
⠀⠀❛ And what lessons does Talon's
⠀⠀⠀doctor teach on kindness
⠀⠀⠀and compassion? ❜
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what noble beliefs, she is tempted to scoff, but refrains for now. instead, her tone is calm, void of the usual sarcasm and mockery.
“ talon’s doctor would beg to differ. ”
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⠀Hazy blues lifted, head inclining slightly to the side. She takes those words as a compliment, even if they are not intended as such.
⠀⠀❛ Well... They should be.
⠀⠀⠀To be kind and caring is a free
⠀⠀⠀choice, and the world would
⠀⠀⠀be better if more were. ❜
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what concern troubled her mind for her to drink like there was no tomorrow. she could not help but ponder.
“ I do not know, but one thing I know is that not all doctors are as .. caring and kind as you. ”
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⠀The glass is, once again, brought to pale lips. It's not often she indulges, but when she's tipped to this point, she goes all out.
⠀⠀❛ No, I don't. Seeing people in
⠀⠀⠀pain— it's the very opposite
⠀⠀⠀of what I enjoy. Why do you
⠀⠀⠀think I'm a doctor? ❜
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“ crocheting ? ugh, that’s boring. ”
staring at her and remaining statuesque, the distance quite obvious. arms crossing casually.
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“ i much prefer racing. ”
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no mames .. okay, we're getting somewhere but.
( she clears her throat as she comtimues to maintain her distance. )
i'm sure you can think of other things that doesn't involve hurting others, yanno? uuu, quién sabe .. you might be a fan of crocheting.
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the cycle of violence is never - ending. conflict, tensions, turf wars were a familiarity for the elder who once roamed the neon - lit streets in survival.
yet when she thought victory, safety, to be within reach, it only worsened. ↓
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“ still here .. ”
the muttered words came in a shaky breath that seemed unlike her usually maddened behavior. crimson gaze lowered to stare down at her own metallic hands, as if the sight of them was a proof of reassurance.
“ .. i’m still here. ” ↓
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