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OOC....!! Holy smokes... this is getting attention! HELLO??? I'm a ask blog/rp account,, plsss interact .. sobbing face /nf

"heh, look what I found~ seems like the serious doc has a soft spot!" 🌺

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"Indiana speaking, how in the living hell did he get a photo of me??? I swear we were alone."

OOC.... ! ... this was made some time ago- don't mind me.

"uh huh... sure you are." [he mumbles under his breath, standing up from his chair and adjusting his gloves.] "if your really in so much pain, I could do a check up to see if anything is to my concern. this could earn you a 'day off'."

"Hey doc, stubbed my toe 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 bad. Think I should have a day... or a few... off, huh?" (/silly)

(sigh) " ... Go back to work, Jimmy. I don't see why you'd want to slack off, your job (and Curly's) is the most important one - if you exclude the engineering crew." [The medic adjusts his glasses, his work alcoholic brain mostly speaking, but also the sheer responsibility he always burdens himself with.]

"They are important, yes, but I suppose-" [he looked down at the sheets of paper from the previous and now, noting the simular answers. Glasses finally on again, he adjusts them, placing the paper down to look at Calvin.] "- we could end this for now." [Indiana hummed, noting the behavior.] "Then... what do you suggest we do then? I have some spare time until the next person."

It was mid psych-eval, Calvin's mind wandering. He'd been trying to listen, really trying. He was usually good about it, but his eyes weren't quite focused on the doc's eyes, no, they were just a tad bit off.

"Hey, do you think we could swap glasses?"

- @co-captaincalvin

[The doctor had been in mid-rant when Calvin spoke up, eyes darting up from the clipboard to the man across from him.] "Pardon?" [He adjusted his glasses, straightening his posture just a bit.]

"alright then, take care." [he nods, while walking back to his seat, continuing his work like usual.]

“ Excuse me. Doctor? I fell down the stairs.

... By accident.

You wouldn't happen to have something for a wrist sprain, would you? ”

"Luckily I do, and even more luckier that I still has some left. a certain intern keeps getting himself in harms way, I swear he doesn't have a single brain cell going off when danger is near him... nothing bad on the kid, he just needs to learn how to take care of himself." [he ranted on, as he got up from his seat, walking over to one of the drawers, and pulling out a med-kit. laying the kit on the table he pulled out a small ice-pack.] "here, apply this to your wrist while I find the bandages to keep some pressure on it." [he handed the ice to you, walking yet again to another drawer to find some bandages.]

Your friend needs to be Christmas themed!

[Your plush now has a little Santa hat]

-🎁 giving anon

"how adorable, thank you."

[moving the papers out of his reach, he stacked the neatly to the side.] "just some side work to make sure everything is in order." [he looks at the boy, gloved hands folded on the desk.] "Mind telling me what's keeping you from going back to bed?"

Caspian pokes his head around the corner, spotting you. He relaxes visibly. "Oh phew- there IS someone else here. I had a bad dream I was all alone and I don't like going into the cockpit to find Dad."

@caspian-stows-away

[The doctor looked up from his paperwork, his eyes landing on the child by the door. he blinked a few times, was it really night time already? oh hell, they were in space, how would they know.] "ah, kid, you shouldn't- oh dear..." [he clears his throat, gosh he wasn't good with kids.] "hm, I wouldn't mind having some company, I suppose. come, i'm sure talking about it might help." [he gestures for the chair that stud on the other side of the desk.]

It was mid psych-eval, Calvin's mind wandering. He'd been trying to listen, really trying. He was usually good about it, but his eyes weren't quite focused on the doc's eyes, no, they were just a tad bit off.

"Hey, do you think we could swap glasses?"

- @co-captaincalvin

[The doctor had been in mid-rant when Calvin spoke up, eyes darting up from the clipboard to the man across from him.] "Pardon?" [He adjusted his glasses, straightening his posture just a bit.]

"For whoever knows where Daisuke is, please do tell him to give me back my glasses. I can frankly not see without them, thank you." - Medical staff, Indiana.