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"Dating her. You're dating Ms. Mercy." Grinning from ear to ear, Annie fixed him with a delighted, yet curious look, eager to learn more about his infatuation with the pretty woman. "You have this look of utter contentment on your face. It's because of her isn't it?"
"Ah. I suppose that is becoming common knowledge, mm?" He chuckled then gave the young woman a gentle smile. "Indeed, it is."
"So you're kind of going gung-ho for Ms. Mercy."
"Gung-ho for Dr. Falkner? I am not exactly positive as to what you mean."
"Don't listen to them, Medic! Your worth ten of those anons and I'm sure what that little monster said about you was nothing but lies."
"You are a good girl, Anemone. Never change."
Shooting him a Cheshire cat grin, Annie slipped off the shoe and sock on her left foot, revealing dainty toes that wriggled against the carpet. Slowly, she picked up a lone pen with her toes and carefully lifted her foot to drop the pen in Hans's lap. "Beat that, Medic~!"
The Medic watched the young woman curiously for a moment until he realized what she was doing. The chuckling that started became gentle laughter and he picked up the pen to wiggle it at her. “Alright. Who told you?”
"You look a little green around the gills, Medic. Is something troubling you?" She asked, giving his arm a gentle pat.
"Ah, no worries, Anemone. Just feeling a little under the weather. Overworking myself as usual."
