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Stretches my arms as I walk into the lounge, cracking my neck at the same time. "God..." I whisper in relief, looking around in the room for a place to sit. Soon finds a couch and sits on it, crossing my left leg over my right, moving the dress of my outfit a bit.

/Wonders inside for the first time/

/peeks in the room to see how many people were in there

He turns his head hearing someone enter then room. "Hey. You good?"

*walks inside, feeling exhausted*

He looks around the room curiously.

"don't worry. i just want to observe something and see what he will do since he is still my patient." he replies back towards the other.

I trust you know what you're doing.

he stuffed his hands inside his pockets, sapphire eyes watching him closely and what he would do. though he should be concerned at the moment, he would like to take notes on each patient he has under his wing.

how about nobody getting hurt? that sounds like a good idea to me

gaze falling ever so slightly flat at the obviously disappointing article in question, he nonetheless manages a docile little smile towards Joshua, mindlessly rolling the pencil between two fingers once safely nestled back in his chair. "I thought that was what you're here for- to stop me from hurting-- hmm, let's see. The only thing fragile enough that I'd be capable of harming seems to be myself, huh?"

If anyone is hurt you will be held responsible for his actions.

he fumbled around for the long requested pencil, finding one that was not at all sharp though the tip was a bit worn out.

no more objections? / gives a slow, petulant stare around the small crowd, taking a deep breath before raising a hand / then-- a pencil please, doctor.

*goes silent as well, my face showing obvious confusion*

/gives Joshua a rather flat look, deciding to purse my lips in favor of saying nothing/

it's just normal for them to feel a little cautious

I won't. /heaves another sigh, dropping a hand to let it graze over your crown in a near petting motion/ it was a joke, since our dear security detail here won't loosen up.

please don't do that-

it's --- a pencil. /heaves another breath dryly/ what do you imagine I'll do with it? stab myself and give you a good laugh?

/tilts my head up to the apparent doctor/ unless you wish to stay with him during the duration of his time with the pencil, please refrain from handing it over.

"well, what do you plan on writing for therapy? i've seen a couple who had the knack for poetry.." he mumbles before searching around his white coat for a pencil.

*inhales deeply, already knowing this situation won't be ending well*

“Write… words?” Tilting his head in choice ignorance of the other vampires— what did they know anyways. “Something about writing as a form of therapy, maybe. Thought you might be happy to have me off your hands sooner.”

ah. that’s why I don’t like you as much. /huffs out a soft breath of air, pointedly turning my blind side towards you to pretend ignorance/ boring, anyhow.

he overhears one of the vampires talking, blinking in confusion at probably everything shown in front of him. the scene, the people and what was going on. unsure, but had a tad feeling of concern washing over his system after the other vampire's comment. joshua needs to push aside his ignorance for one moment.

I don't think I'd be a good idea to give him a pencil..

True. But then again it isn't my job to be. /smiles ever so sweetly at the hunter/

joshua blinks at the odd aura of his patient. "what will you do with the pencil?"

since- / looks back towards the other vampire, a small pout tugging at my lips/ you also decided to be not exactly nice.