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remy musters a smile, snickering softly as he shifts. he moves his seat over a bit, closer to the other, able to speak and hear better. shrugging softly, he's flicking his eyes to observe the injury. ❛ yeah, maybe.. should -
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it takes some stretching of his leg and leaning but he retrieves his pen. eyes look up for only a moment, able to catch the end of the other’s glance. he pouts as he sits up straight, “ got it while ‘ playing ’ hockey. i ›
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brows furrow, head tilted partially to the side. he frowns, curious of the source of the injury. kept in the back of his mind, he makes sure to remember it.
gaze moves away, focused back on papers. he knows they're both -
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sets pen down to pick up his tea in a little to go cup. as he takes a sip, his pen falls on the side of his bad arm. sigh of defeat.
cup set down as he has to shift and fight his way to turn in his chair to tru and ›
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his head ducks again, content with filing through his papers, making the necessary marks and trying to ignore him.
it's difficult, though. remy's eyes keep flicking up, stealing the occasional glance before darting away.
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head lifts for a moment at the sound of rummaging, eyes widening momentarily with a hard swallow before head is back to staring at his paper.
a huff, trying to focus. unfortunately, he can’t. not with that man sitting there.
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taking a seat nearby, he's immediately putting his headphones on and getting his stuff out. charts laid across the table, content to focus on them.
until eyes flick up, spotting max with a snicker.
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and as always, there’s maxim. tucked away at a table in the far back of the library.
non - dominant arm in a sling, opposite hand working at grading papers. it’s been a horribly long day, he’s glad he had time to work.
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❛ I'm a student! I'm a second year med student, but I'm .. also still in college, for a secondary degree.. ❜
trailing off, he's fixing the glasses hanging against his collar. hand up to scratch at the reddened skin of his face.
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and there, maxim finally giggles. he couldn’t help it. eyes falter quickly, staring at the paper held by the taller. anywhere but his face.
“ are … you a student.ᐣ or is being a doctor your full — time job ...ᐣ ”
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another shaky breath, owlish eyes scanning across the other. entire face turning bright red, coughing a bit as he peers at him. ❛ uh.. uhm.. I .. yes.. I'm .. I'm alright.. must have .. tied it too tight, this morning .. ❜
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eyes are huge, hand flying up to fix his glasses that rested right on the edge of his nose. shaky inhale, “ hi … no, 𝘯𝘰. i, uh———are 𝘺𝘰𝘶 alright.ᐣ … did you fix your tie.ᐣ ”
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immediately stopping in his tracks, chart held close to his chest. green eyes wide, swallowing harshly as he stares at him.
❛ hi.. do .. you need something..? ❜ voice froggy, he croaks.
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got traded a few times, in my rookie year. no team really knew what to do with me. your parents play? who are they?
eh, I was this scrawny little thing. my captain hated me, my coach hated me.. I hid a lot.
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that’s … a lot. i kinda … stopped paying attention to the league after i pulled back, other than checking up on my parents’ stats——— …
i’m surprised i don’t recognize you. especially while playing in pittsburgh …
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