#rpprdoc

[worthystill]

𝘏𝘌   𝘐𝘚   𝘚𝘈𝘛   𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌   𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏   𝘏𝘐𝘚   𝘉𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘊   𝘈𝘙𝘔   𝘙𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘋   𝘖𝘕   𝘛𝘏𝘌   𝘛𝘈𝘉𝘓𝘌   ,   while   his   flesh   and   bone   hand   is   allowing   fingers   to   wrap   around   the   cup   of   warmth   she   has   provided   .   being   in   the   city   is   weird   ,   but   thor   has   to   be   careful   .   there   is   no   doubt   in   his   mind   that   his   father’s   cronies   will   spot   him   if   he   stays   too   long   .      all   the   more   reason   why   he’s   gotten   so   cozy   with   the   aldecados   in   the   desert   .   there’s   fuck   all   out   there   .      

❝      alright,      here’s   your   coffee.      are   you   ready   to   talk   or   should   i   find   something   to   ramble   about   for   a   few   minutes?      ❞      @rpprdoc​​   says   with   a   bit   of   a   tone   that   he   doesn’t   appreciate   but   that   could   simply   be   his   mood   exaggerating   it   all   .   wouldn’t   be   the   first   time   .   

❝      wasn’t   planning   on   it   ,   so   be   my   guest   .   ❞   he   gives   her   a   shrug   but   it   isn’t   hard   to   figure   out   what   might   have   happened   .   with   the   bruises   and   bits   of   caked   blood   spackled   around   his   clothes   and   face   .   shit   went   sour   QUICK   .   

emotionally charged sentence starters . 

[bellytochin]

@rpprdoc​ asked: “i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”

random dialogue prompts // accepting

“What’s there to dislike?”

As a ripperdoc himself, Julian spoke well of the woman with a sly twinkle in his eye and a bit of a snarky grin. Upon meeting her, well, Hector could see WHY his younger brother thought so highly of her. And to think, Hector didn’t even know her NAME yet. 

“You do good work. Chrome is clean and there seems to be little to no leftover effects to the bodies you work on. I can appreciate a good doc.”