doctor, doctor, give me the news! {attizeph
Nov 29, 2015 5:01:38 GMT -5
Post by Zephyr on Nov 29, 2015 5:01:38 GMT -5
It was easy to decide that, in addition to the blushing, making Attie laugh was honestly just as good. As a bonus, he seemed to have a little bit of natural instinct showing him to the door, because the doctor had followed him in that direction. He was teased lightly, and he raised an eyebrow before following Attie outside. "Such a shame," he replied, pretending to be hurt over how "not obvious" he was being.
Eyes scanned the immediate area almost instantly, though, as he was clearly trying to figure out where they were. It wasn't somewhere he'd been before, unfortunately, but he could probably figure something out. If he was assuming correctly, this was still the Slums, and there were only so many directions you could successfully go.
Turning, he parted his lips to speak, but Attie cut him off. A smile instantly reappeared, as he was obviously pleased. "That so? I couldn't tell," he replied, laugh in his tone from parroting the doctor. His features softened a bit, though, as he walked off of the porch before glancing back at him again. "Good to hear, though. Wouldn't do to get this far and be told I don't stand a chance, anyway."
Considering, well, he still didn't actually know that much about this guy. Who was he? Zephyr's knowledge was limited to cute seafoam-eyed doctor who runs a little clinic in his small house in the Slums under a bridge, who is interested in stories. Part of that information was only just discovered. What was Attie's story, anyway?
Eyes scanned the immediate area almost instantly, though, as he was clearly trying to figure out where they were. It wasn't somewhere he'd been before, unfortunately, but he could probably figure something out. If he was assuming correctly, this was still the Slums, and there were only so many directions you could successfully go.
Turning, he parted his lips to speak, but Attie cut him off. A smile instantly reappeared, as he was obviously pleased. "That so? I couldn't tell," he replied, laugh in his tone from parroting the doctor. His features softened a bit, though, as he walked off of the porch before glancing back at him again. "Good to hear, though. Wouldn't do to get this far and be told I don't stand a chance, anyway."
Considering, well, he still didn't actually know that much about this guy. Who was he? Zephyr's knowledge was limited to cute seafoam-eyed doctor who runs a little clinic in his small house in the Slums under a bridge, who is interested in stories. Part of that information was only just discovered. What was Attie's story, anyway?
