coffee, milk, and blood. @truemastermind
Maybe it had not been his brightest idea to do this in public, but going out of his way to return back home seemed like such a hassle that he decided to do it right here and now. Scientific curiosity seemed to be dangerous in Spirale where everything and everyone was on his tail in the first place, so acting carelessly was bound to lead to huge mistakes.
Only now - as he was sitting alone at a table at a small corner café, cursing himself as he tried to close the wound on his arm prophylactically with thread and needle - did he realize that working entirely by himself was more difficult than anticipated.
Honestly, who could’ve thought that the person he wanted to convince to volunteer as his test subject would draw a knife against him? What a careless, careless and stupid mistake. This would not happen to him again in this fashion, surely.
While he was at work on himself, he had ordered a coffee with the obviously shocked waitress as if he was not bleeding from his arm and as if the blood was not staining his clothes and the table he was sitting at. All he needed was just some peace and quiet, and something to keep him from passing out.
The Doctor was still in the process of finishing the last couple stitches as he groaned in annoyance, speaking to the person who was not so inconspicuously standing just a little behind him.
“Are you here for a drink or the spectacle? If it’s the former I suggest you find someplace else to sit.”
