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sweetpinkpixie · 08-05-2014, 03:32 AM

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Originally Posted by Ravaora Silverkin

Another that wasn't using actual words? Just how many of them would they see today...and the way he clutched his parchment. It was like he was expecting an apocalypse at any second. The tension was real. His muscles must be so over worked, this constant living in fear.....Oh? A Department Head at that?? Ravaora glided over to the man. "You do actually. Running the madness you can't be all that right in the head yourself. No worries we'll take really good care of you."

Her eyes drifted to his clenched parchment again. "You need to let go...let it allllll out and come with me."

Yes, this way, as she led him off to the examination room.

............................

Did she...just infer that he was crazy? Anthony was getting smoldering looks right now. His eyes narrowed to practically slits before he slowly turned his head towards the woman. Out of all the honking daffodils he had ever met, this one was by far the worst offender.

And now he had regretted asking. He could wait. Really. Or leave and never come back.

"............let what go?" There was something he very much wanted to let go right now, but it went against his morals.

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Originally Posted by lemon

This lounge was an unfamiliar place to Sherman, seeing as he'd had no reason to come here before and couldn't bother the trouble with his wheelchair. He was a bit late, what with having to navigate new territory with his rolling seat and whatnot. But surely it wouldn't matter?

He wasn't actually sure what all the ruckus was about, just that it was mandatory. And that meant show up or he'd get in trouble. Somehow.

So there he was. His turn now?

Oh for the love of gardenia. RUN SHERMAN. Only the old man couldn't really do that so it was more like ROLL SHERMAN.

"Actually, this gentleman and myself have our appointments set with Mr. Cresswell."

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