114 Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

Stop trying to tote your wares. Make the time mean something. I don't want to see the contrived personality you think would be most presentable because chances are, it's false and disgusting. Think of a twinkie. Delicious, zero substance and once you know what's in it for real only the brave and stupid charge onward. I am brave, but I am not that stupid.

I can also see that this won't go anywhere if you're up for that kind of a game. You won't win.

[ooc; going to a charity show! be back much later to taaaaaaaaaaag <3 <3]

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

We have a hospital. You should get that checked.

[Suspicious that her corn puffs are interesting? There are dangers of high fructose corn syrup. Oh and noting whether or not someone is buying for the opposite sex. Ha-cha.]

They require at least this much [the space between his hands is about a foot and a half] personality for starters.

[adamantined]

Is there a medical term I should go in expecting to hear?

[Admittedly it's difficult to determine who and what the contents of her grocery bags are for when she lives with a horse like Ginny Weasley. The contents of the bag are meat, vegetables, tortilla shells. And maybe a couple candy bars.]

Half of that would be dedicated to turning you into lunch.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Not yet. I need more symptoms to properly diagnose. Headaches? Dizziness?

[Aw man. Now he's hungry. It's all your damn fault, Claire. What to have though. Chips? No. Something with more substance.]

That is the second hurdle. After that it's religious affiliation.

[adamantined]

Insatiable curiosity.

[Claire bends over and the rustling of plastic is easily heard. When she straightens back up, it's with a Snickers bar in her hand.]

What made you want to be a doctor?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

That can be fatal.

[Candy. Very tricky. To take it when they're talking about encounters and crap like this could hold a lot more unnecessary meaning than it should.]

I like diagnostics. Though when you're a kid it's more about what makes it work. Take it apart, put it back together.

[adamantined]

But only for cats.

[She only sees it as a candy bar, though she at least knows what she's going to do with it. Claire would, however, be interested in seeing if he took it before she did anything. And she can relate, in a sense, when it comes to taking apart something and putting it back together in order to see how it works. Toes, fingers, her entire body.]

Is that what you went to school knowing you'd end up doing? Figuring out weird things that no one else has any clue about?