#widerthansky

[underneathfineincisions]

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Francis is our resident psych analyst. Thank god because I think I need to get my head shrunk soon. Or at least someone to gripe about patients to (without violating HIPAA) because god knows I probably need that.I wonder if the shrink needs a shrink. That's possible right? So Fran is pretty cool. We get along splendidly.           Talking about shitty patients and ex significant others and all.                                     We're total bros.

[underneathfineincisions]

do you have feelings for the doctor?

  "For that basket case? We're just friends. I try not to mix business and personal too much."             Nothing wrong with being friends. 

[belluaartifex]

widerthansky

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aedificatormonstrum

    The German hadn't had much excitement really, only a few jobs here and there, meeting a few pilots and even talking to the ever so famous Chuck Hansen, but it seemed normal to her. The Jaeger Fly attitude was fading the more she wandered the halls and actually got to know more people.

    She stood on the shatterdome roof, leaning on the railing with a trench coat over her shoulders and watching the sea below. The sky had cleared up and only a few clouds dotted the horizon luckily, making it easy to see the stars. She was picking out the constellations, finding all the ones she was taught as a little girl.

      Though the footsteps behind her made her stop to look over her shoulder, not expecting many to be around at this time of night. Though you just never knew in this sort of place.

            "Nice night for it."

[aringingvoice]

why not? // francis and rin

   So she had gotten a little carried away again, it looked like, if the container full of fish cakes was anything to go by. She'd already had some herself and set aside a few for later, but she still had a good number left over. But no matter. Rin was sure she could find someone around here to take it off her hands.

   -- Which is how she ended up eyeing the psych analyst office door. I mean, it was just right there and she recalled not seeing him in the mess hall much. She thought about it for a few moments longer before shrugging and approaching the door. What could go wrong?

   Knock knock, doctor.