#have this hot garbage

[divergenciies]

captain’s log, stardate 2021. no canon lifeforms have been found.

private, headcanon based, & canon divergent multimuse. including original characters and muses based in disney, marvel, the 100, teen wolf, & many more. rebooted again in 2021 and screeched onto your dash by bert. ♥

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[mediknight]

kidnaps him so they can go get a drink together, even though he's generally the one most enraptured by his so called occupational endeavours. ( who do u think lmao )

Clutching his scarf to his chest, Leorio stumbles after Kurapika, tugged along in his wake. With damp, frosty flakes falling around them, glittering on the asphalt as they land in pools of light, the atmosphere is appropriately attuned to the season. However, Leorio resists in spite of his secret pleasure.

“Wait, Kurapika, I can’t just—”

The hospital gets busier during the holidays, it seems. Doctors and their interns don’t get much rest, and no amount of tinsel and holly taped to the walls can change that. Still, Leorio enjoys his work and doesn’t mind the long hours, has never minded dedicating his time to their efforts—but he presumes his attitude is not universal, given Kurapika’s brazen behavior.

He pockets his scarf, recognizing the futility of trying to wind it around his throat one-handed while in motion. The end tassels flutter against his hip.

One drink. Kurapika had insisted, and Leorio had wanted so, so badly to surrender, to abandon his post and flee. But he’d hesitated, sparing a glance back at the bright hallways and bustling nurses, and fought to find an answer.

By the time Kurapika finally slowed, they stood before a cozy nook, dimly lit but baring a radiant warmth. His hand was released, and Leorio focused on catching his breath.

“Just one,” he managed to say. “But then I have to get back. They actually need me tonight.”

He holds open the door with a chivalric smile, concealing the twinge of guilt that strikes him. Leorio won’t apologize, not because he is insincere, but because he believes Kurapika wouldn’t want that.

“Maybe we’ll have New Year’s Eve,” he suggests, shrugging off his still-unbuttoned jacket. “Let’s hope.”