Jan 4, 2014
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I'm this close. This fucking close.
should I work at a sex hotline?
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askbrokencanada said: So you can talk to Satan
good point
Matthew has been through some rather traumatizing situations. He was placed into my care to help him grow into a young man who can handle the real world on his own or with as little help as possible. Some people, like one of our neighbors, are a threat to his progress. A few years ago he wouldn't leave his room. It's taken him this long to break that layer of his shell and I don't want any set backs. Thank you for assisting him and I'm sorry if I seemed rude. One can never be too careful.
Understandable.
But it’s never my intention to cause trouble. Just…sort of seems to follow me about everywhere I go.
My name is Gilbert. You happen to be in my house and I am very worried as to what you are doing with that syringe.-He seemed a bit overprotective of the blonde.- Gilbert.. It's okay. I needed help and I went to him... -Matthew explained quietly.- I'm sorry if I've upset you. . -Gilbert replied by telling the boy to go watch some hockey which he did- ... So... "the Doctor"... are you a threat to Matthew's progress?
I don’t believe so. I was only giving him his medicine…progress? With what? You’re not hurting him are you? Or testing on him? We’re going to have a bit of a problem if that’s the case.
-still very shaken up- thank you. -he said quietly. Seconds after he took the pills, there was the click of the front door closing and the shuffling of feet. The albino man stopped at the door to the kitchen- Matthew, who's this? -he asked. His eyes caught sight of the syringe and his brow furrowed. He slowly helped Matthew up and behind himself- you aren't a friend of Matthew's. I know all of his friends.-Matthew tapped the older's shoulder before explaining that he was a doctor- A doctor?
Well, not ‘a doctor’…more like ‘The Doctor’. And just The Doctor, thank you.
Who might you be?