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 Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 7:56 pm
Sitting in her office, Julia sat at her desk, the strange little lizard creature lounging off to the side on what appeared to be almost a beanbag chair. She had an appointment scheduled with #000008 today. Mordread and Patrick were the first names; she'd take a bit of time to look into them before their arrival.
With five minutes left on her clock, she got up from her chair and swaggered over to a filing cabinet. Reaching up and gingerly tugging open the top level, she let her fingers glide across the number of different tabs, finally resting on something she seemed content with, she reached down and pulled out a thin folder.
It was black, with a yellow tab. #000008 could be readily seen across the top. This would be where she would keep her notes. Slowly, she shut the cabinet, letting the folder open up and peek through the notes. She could hear movement down the hall. It would seem her patients were on time.
That was much appreciated. It wasn't often that Cray was ever on time for anything, it was a relief to know that some people still cared about such things.
Taking her seat, she suddenly let her head up. Turning to look at the creature curled up on the bean bag, she whistled at it, getting it's attention.
The Xxiti looked over for a moment, flicked it's long tongue out in agitation, then promptly curled back up. Julia looked back to the clock, and listened to the noise coming closer.
"Xxiiri iillix itrrixi." she hissed out, the Xxiti snapping it's head back to look at her, a low grumble rolling out of it's gut. She simply eyed it down and the creature slowly got up and sank back into the shadows.
Good. She though to herself, I would not want to have to explain that... she sighed and closed the file on her desk, putting it off to the side.
Well, this would be interesting at least...
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 7:58 pm
"I know we don't need counselling, Patrick, but I'd like to meet the lady anyway. Besides, Cray thought it'd be a good idea. Even if he is a little bit on the wacked side..." Mordread sighed, running his fingers through his mane of black hair.
At least Patrick's moods had become more barable.
"Come on, love, don't grumble..." his voice said softly, reaching out to gently knock on Julia's door.
Hopefully she'd be a little more...sane...Then the good Professor.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 8:00 pm
"I say IAMEL get some therapy.. I saw him blow up a cockroach, Mordread!" Patrick was almost whining, clinging onto his lovers arms. The dark man was a bit grumbly no matter what, always swearing and snarky...but he didn't WANT to go to a shrink. ;_; Shrinks meant he was crazy!
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 8:03 pm
Julia's head perked up towards the door as a soft rapping resounded about the room. She let a soft, calm and reassuring smile float across her lips and tilted her head back slightly, sitting proper in her chair.
"Come in please." her voice was soft, but firm. It almost commanded respect it would seem, without belittling one.
She could swear she heard that Xxiti around somewhere still...
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 8:07 pm
Mordread opened the door and looked over to Patrick with a laugh, "I think we're all needing therapy, love, but this is where we should start. Meet her." he smiled warmly as he turned his attention to Julia.
"Hello! I'm Mordread and the grouch is my love, Patrick. Obviously, he's pregnant. Call him fat, and he'll rip you a new one in several nasty ways. I'll help."
His eyes flickered to his lover, "That cover it all?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 8:09 pm
He paused a little bit at Mordreads rapid fire statement, pierced eyebrows arching high on his forehead. "...................you're so ******** up, kitten."
Patricks voice was affectionate, ruffling at his shorter lovers hair before moving inside, patting his stomach fondly. "But yes. Call me fat and I'll kill. Doc did. I almost ripped his pretty head off."
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 8:13 pm
Julia laughed softly at the pair's banter. Giving a quick nod she spoke again, "Well, that's certainly understandable. Professor Cray, sadly, isn't exactly what you would call... the most tactful gentleman around." she motioned to the chairs in front of her desk.
"However, I will credit him with one thing. He is, assuredly, the best in his field. Please, take a seat." Yes, best and only in his field...
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 8:16 pm
"I thought you liked me ******** up--OH! That's not what you meant?" he smirked and sat himself down in the chair the doctor indicated, crossing his legs and eyeing her.
"Craziest in his field, more like it...Patrick, love, sit down." he grumbled, patting his hair down. Not that it'd STAY that way. It never did. But...Eh. At least it'd be flat momentarily.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 8:34 pm
"I don't sit if I can't cross my knees. I can't SEE my knees. I'll stand for the time being," Patrick snarked right back, thrusting his hands into his pockets.
"So what do we talk about, Doc? How traumatizing another kid is?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 8:42 pm
Julia pulled a pen out from it's place holder and opened her folder, scribbling something into it. Shaking her head a bit she looked back up and over towards Patrick.
"Actually, no. And my name is Doctor Julia Walts, by the way, Julia will be fine." she pushed the pen up behind her ear.
"This is simply a general meeting where I meet you both, and just find out a bit about you both. Part of our clinic's procedures are not only to monitor the physical aspect of the pregnancy, but the emotional and mental as well. Some people find it helps when they know they have somewhere to go where they can just vent, or talk freely without reprucussion." she leaned back in her chair, clasping her fingers together.
"We also continue this on after the birth. As you well know there will be monitoring of the child's physical health, and we believe in assuring the mental and emotional state of the child as well. However I certainly do not believe another child is going to traumatize you..." a regular one at least wouldn't... this however...
"I take it this is not your first together?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 8:46 pm
His hand reached back and he took Patrick's, giving a light chuckle, "We have...Uh...A horde of buggers at home. But these are our first, and hopefully last, this way." he turned to look fondly at his lover.
"It's amazing thinking that we have two little ones made from us, but we have to move as it is. Our house hold is a zoo. I don't think it'll stay STANDING if we have anymore. Isn't that right, Patrick?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 8:51 pm
Patrick just grumbled. >> Mordreads being all cheerful was kind of pissing the hormonal man off. "We have Iamel - oldest, Akuti, Lahela, Akilah, Dax, Penelope, Kian, Yashima... at least three of them are ******** animals, other two look like they COULD have been animals.. Jesus christ, Mordread. People are going to think I ******** a meerkat!"
His expression was horrified, staring at his lover in shock as he realized that. "s**t! s**t! He has that bad eighties hairdo and his fur is turning black and..s**t! People are going to think I ******** a meerkat! ********! I need my pot! Now!"
Patrick turned to Julia eyes still wide. "I didn't ******** a meerkat!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 8:55 pm
"No of course you didn't have relations with a Meerkat." she gave a reassuring nod, showing she believed him... and to diffuse the situation.
"Adopted children am I correct?" wow, the hormones were hitting this one pretty hard. Reacting rather with a viscious temper it would seem as well. She'd have to make note of that later.
"Well, it's good to know that you've had a good deal of experience caring for young ones. With such a, variety, of differences in them all, I'm assured that this will be wonderful for you both."Or hellish, depending on what Cray had come up with.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 8:59 pm
"Yes, all adopted. I think people are deliberately attempting to seek us specifically out. God knows why, none of us are exactly normal. But we have a lot of love..." he trailed off, simply staring at Patrick.
"And you - You do NOT need your pot. And of course you didn't ******** a meerkat. You ******** a feline human hybrid. Very well, may I add. In fact, you owe me another round at some point in the future..." he let his attention drift to Julia.
"It IS safe for sex, right? Because god..." he smirked, waiting for Patrick's response.
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Posted: Wed Apr 26, 2006 9:02 pm
"I - wait. What? Wait. Mordread. No! You! You!" An accusing finger was pointed directly at his lover, Patrick taking a hop back from him with a huff. "You! Stop talking abotu ******** animals! I don't ******** animals! No talking about sex with girls! No. Ew!"
But the talk of his kids kind of soothed him, the little man jostling his legs slightly as he began to pace a bit. "I applied for some of them.. Some, like Lahela and Iamel, were dropped on me... ANd yes. One this kid is born, Mordread? I WILL smoke until I hack up a lung. Because ********>
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