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 Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 10:14 pm
Wilson had been lounging on his bed when the text message arrived. Lying on his stomach, Wilson turned his head to stare at the phone placed on the nightstand before he reached out for it. It was from Dakota and at first the message made little sense to the man. He hummed quietly, wondering what exactly Dakota was reporting about and why he had told Wilson—oh wait that flirting mission. God, how long had it been since the life division leader had assigned the two trainees to do that? Wilson had finished on the first day, but Dakota? Apparently Dakota had taken longer than Wilson would have preferred. Would H even remember? Probably not. Sighing, Wilson rolled off his bed and searched around for the scrap of paper he had scrawled on so he wouldn’t forget. He rifled through a small pile of papers before he pocketed the correct one.
Scratching the back of his head, Wilson slowly typed back a response.Nyxtsuki Moon yeah. i’ll meet you there in a bit
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 2:02 am
"Come in," the doctor's voice was languid, and slightly muffled. Opening the office door they were greeted with the sight of H, reclining in his chain with a hot, moist towel over his face. Beside him a blonde woman was sharpening a straight razor. "Be my eyes, Clarice."
"A couple of eager young trainees, sir."
The doctor made a small sound of interest in his throat, and lifted his hand to the towel.
"Male ones."
The hand froze and dropped with a sigh.
Clarice's smile was slightly feral, as she inspected the razor's edge.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 2:18 am
Dakota entered when prompted before cocking his head. Clarice was in here as well which had the trainee a little more attentive before he cocked his head at the scene.
Clarice sharpening a razor, H leaning back in chair with towel. Okay she was going to kill him, maybe Candace was right, Dr. H wasn't as smooth and cool as he thought he was.
But then he went to the logical conclusion, he was interrupting a shave session. He poked Wilson in the ribs.
"Hey there Clarice. Sorry to interrupt you while your busy but..." He waited a beat, "Dakota, Moon division and Wilson, Death Division are here to report after the mission you gave us...."
He looked over to Clarice for a briefest of moments, "The mission about the first love thing for girls?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 4:18 pm
Was it bad that Wilson took a conscious step back at the sight of Clarice? It wasn’t that he was afraid of the woman—although he still clearly remembered her knocking him out—but okay yeah that was probably it. The razor in her hand only made it worse for the death trainee, but the poke in his ribs snapped him out of it and he shook his head. Right. Clarice was only shaving H (assistants were supposed to do that?) She wasn’t going to try and knock him out. Again.
He walked behind Dakota, letting him explain everything. He had been the one to suggest going to H, anyways.
The pained frown on Wilson’s face as the words ‘first love’ finally came out of Dakota’s mouth was fairly obvious.
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