Doc

"I'll bring you closer to God..."

[the-flags-doc]

"An intro? Fufufu..."

"You can call me Doc. I'm a medic for the Port Mafia...

Oh, the IV? Please, don't you worry about that. I can still save you and bring you closer to God... fufu..."

[OOC: Member 2\5 for the Flags I've made! Try finding the other 4 ;3

☤ Rules

NSFW is allowed because Doc is an adult. However, NSFW directed toward Mod is not.

The members have revived and have hazy memories about their deaths. However, Doc remembers a little more about it than others do.

OC's, characters from other light novels, ETC. are all allowed to interact.

Spoilers ahead. Obviously :3

Mod is @casinoownersigma\@kijimha!

[HEADCANONS COMING SOON]

[the-flags-doc]

Chuuya struggled to reach the door handle, barely caring to stand on his toes in order to do so. His fingertips pulled down on it as he pushed himself inside and immediately down to the place on the floor by Doc’s desk where he had sat before. He sobbed, his eyes shut, wiping the streaks of tears that seemed to endlessly fall from the child’s eyes.

He hadn’t noticed the books and medical decor that still was in the room, nor would it connect to him, even if he had realized, that meant the room was still not vacant of his friend’s presence.

Doc had grown a hint concerned with time. Chuuya had not visited as he usually did, which, in itself, would not be a reason for worry; however, considering who he and his brother were, it was natural to assume the worst. Perhaps Verlaine had forbidden him from seeing any doctors ever again... or perhaps he'd just forbidden him from seeing this specific one.

Doc made sure to focus on his work, hoping that getting into routine would make this concern wane. His hopes were quickly shattered upon hearing the door open and a stream of tears following suit.

"Chuuya? Now, now, don't do that... we don't cry in the office..."

Doc got up semi-quickly, ignoring his lightheadedness in favor of making his way over to where Chuuya was. His first thought was that Verlaine had hurt him; though, luckily, he couldn't spot any bruises or marks.

[labchibichuu]

Upon hearing the older’s voice, Chuuya peaked his eyes open to see Doc, who he had been so sure wasn’t there anymore. His brother had said so!

He held his breath for a few moments, attempting to stop crying. It was a habit he hated he had gained once more after escaping the lab. They hated it too. Verlaine, in ever-needed contrast, never seemed to.

“M’ sorry…” He mumbled, the child’s body as small as possible. His eyes returning shut tight. “Don’t go away again!” His tiny voice added. He must’ve come back or something. His older brother would never lie to him.

[the-flags-doc]

"I wasn't..." Doc blinked rapidly, Chuuya's words hitting him like a truck. He'd never gone anywhere. Never claimed he would. "I'm here. Come on, no need to cry over a sick man."

The doctor shook his head lightly, deciding to speak to Chuuya about the implications of his words later. Doc was never a man of words; in difficult times, when the air was thick with tension, he expressed his care through action. He supposed he would have to do the same even now.

He reached out, wrapping an arm around Chuuya in a half-hug of sorts.

"It's alright. Don't say sorry."

[labchibichuu]

Chuuya watched Doc’s actions with blurry, tearing eyes, nodding. He returned the hug, a teeny bit shakily. “Not g’nna leave again?” He asked, afraid of what the answer could ever possibly be.

He kept his miniature hands around one of Doc’s wrists as if to assure himself no one was leaving him.

[the-flags-doc]

Doc watched Chuuya's expression carefully. "Again" implied he assumed he had gone somewhere... and that, in turn, implied someone told the boy that. Verlaine, perhaps?

"I never left," The doctor blinked rapidly, "Who told you I did? I was in my office the entire time."

[labchibichuu]

”M’ big brother say you moved..” His breath hitched from crying previously. “So I can see you more…” He lifted his head to see the adult’s face. “Mm.. are you a liar?”

There was zero idea in his mind that his brother could’ve lied. His brother was good. Kind. Loving. Cared about him.

[the-flags-doc]

"A lot of people are liars," Doc released Chuuya from the hug, "But I'm telling you the truth. I never exited the city."

He gestured to the paperwork in progress on his desk. The confirmation that Verlaine was the one to say he "moved" made an odd feeling of dread twist in his gut. So he wasn't being left alone even in death, huh.

[labchibichuu]

“Why’d he say that then?” Chuuya asked. The thought his brother may have lied had only just crossed his mind, and it was still extremely doubted.

He played with his fingers as he was let go of, a common fidget for the child. “Is he mad at me?”

[the-flags-doc]

Doc clicked his tongue. Dealing with children– outside of medical topics specifically– wasn't his strong suit at all. He placed a hand on Chuuya's shoulder, attempting to keep him grounded.

"I don't think so. Your brother loves you, but, well, sometimes his love comes across a little..." Doc made a gesture with his hand. "Odd."

[the-flags-doc]

Chuuya struggled to reach the door handle, barely caring to stand on his toes in order to do so. His fingertips pulled down on it as he pushed himself inside and immediately down to the place on the floor by Doc’s desk where he had sat before. He sobbed, his eyes shut, wiping the streaks of tears that seemed to endlessly fall from the child’s eyes.

He hadn’t noticed the books and medical decor that still was in the room, nor would it connect to him, even if he had realized, that meant the room was still not vacant of his friend’s presence.

Doc had grown a hint concerned with time. Chuuya had not visited as he usually did, which, in itself, would not be a reason for worry; however, considering who he and his brother were, it was natural to assume the worst. Perhaps Verlaine had forbidden him from seeing any doctors ever again... or perhaps he'd just forbidden him from seeing this specific one.

Doc made sure to focus on his work, hoping that getting into routine would make this concern wane. His hopes were quickly shattered upon hearing the door open and a stream of tears following suit.

"Chuuya? Now, now, don't do that... we don't cry in the office..."

Doc got up semi-quickly, ignoring his lightheadedness in favor of making his way over to where Chuuya was. His first thought was that Verlaine had hurt him; though, luckily, he couldn't spot any bruises or marks.

[labchibichuu]

Upon hearing the older’s voice, Chuuya peaked his eyes open to see Doc, who he had been so sure wasn’t there anymore. His brother had said so!

He held his breath for a few moments, attempting to stop crying. It was a habit he hated he had gained once more after escaping the lab. They hated it too. Verlaine, in ever-needed contrast, never seemed to.

“M’ sorry…” He mumbled, the child’s body as small as possible. His eyes returning shut tight. “Don’t go away again!” His tiny voice added. He must’ve come back or something. His older brother would never lie to him.

[the-flags-doc]

"I wasn't..." Doc blinked rapidly, Chuuya's words hitting him like a truck. He'd never gone anywhere. Never claimed he would. "I'm here. Come on, no need to cry over a sick man."

The doctor shook his head lightly, deciding to speak to Chuuya about the implications of his words later. Doc was never a man of words; in difficult times, when the air was thick with tension, he expressed his care through action. He supposed he would have to do the same even now.

He reached out, wrapping an arm around Chuuya in a half-hug of sorts.

"It's alright. Don't say sorry."

[labchibichuu]

Chuuya watched Doc’s actions with blurry, tearing eyes, nodding. He returned the hug, a teeny bit shakily. “Not g’nna leave again?” He asked, afraid of what the answer could ever possibly be.

He kept his miniature hands around one of Doc’s wrists as if to assure himself no one was leaving him.

[the-flags-doc]

Doc watched Chuuya's expression carefully. "Again" implied he assumed he had gone somewhere... and that, in turn, implied someone told the boy that. Verlaine, perhaps?

"I never left," The doctor blinked rapidly, "Who told you I did? I was in my office the entire time."

[labchibichuu]

”M’ big brother say you moved..” His breath hitched from crying previously. “So I can see you more…” He lifted his head to see the adult’s face. “Mm.. are you a liar?”

There was zero idea in his mind that his brother could’ve lied. His brother was good. Kind. Loving. Cared about him.

[the-flags-doc]

"A lot of people are liars," Doc released Chuuya from the hug, "But I'm telling you the truth. I never exited the city."

He gestured to the paperwork in progress on his desk. The confirmation that Verlaine was the one to say he "moved" made an odd feeling of dread twist in his gut. So he wasn't being left alone even in death, huh.

[the-flags-doc]

Chuuya struggled to reach the door handle, barely caring to stand on his toes in order to do so. His fingertips pulled down on it as he pushed himself inside and immediately down to the place on the floor by Doc’s desk where he had sat before. He sobbed, his eyes shut, wiping the streaks of tears that seemed to endlessly fall from the child’s eyes.

He hadn’t noticed the books and medical decor that still was in the room, nor would it connect to him, even if he had realized, that meant the room was still not vacant of his friend’s presence.

Doc had grown a hint concerned with time. Chuuya had not visited as he usually did, which, in itself, would not be a reason for worry; however, considering who he and his brother were, it was natural to assume the worst. Perhaps Verlaine had forbidden him from seeing any doctors ever again... or perhaps he'd just forbidden him from seeing this specific one.

Doc made sure to focus on his work, hoping that getting into routine would make this concern wane. His hopes were quickly shattered upon hearing the door open and a stream of tears following suit.

"Chuuya? Now, now, don't do that... we don't cry in the office..."

Doc got up semi-quickly, ignoring his lightheadedness in favor of making his way over to where Chuuya was. His first thought was that Verlaine had hurt him; though, luckily, he couldn't spot any bruises or marks.

[labchibichuu]

Upon hearing the older’s voice, Chuuya peaked his eyes open to see Doc, who he had been so sure wasn’t there anymore. His brother had said so!

He held his breath for a few moments, attempting to stop crying. It was a habit he hated he had gained once more after escaping the lab. They hated it too. Verlaine, in ever-needed contrast, never seemed to.

“M’ sorry…” He mumbled, the child’s body as small as possible. His eyes returning shut tight. “Don’t go away again!” His tiny voice added. He must’ve come back or something. His older brother would never lie to him.

[the-flags-doc]

"I wasn't..." Doc blinked rapidly, Chuuya's words hitting him like a truck. He'd never gone anywhere. Never claimed he would. "I'm here. Come on, no need to cry over a sick man."

The doctor shook his head lightly, deciding to speak to Chuuya about the implications of his words later. Doc was never a man of words; in difficult times, when the air was thick with tension, he expressed his care through action. He supposed he would have to do the same even now.

He reached out, wrapping an arm around Chuuya in a half-hug of sorts.

"It's alright. Don't say sorry."

[labchibichuu]

Chuuya watched Doc’s actions with blurry, tearing eyes, nodding. He returned the hug, a teeny bit shakily. “Not g’nna leave again?” He asked, afraid of what the answer could ever possibly be.

He kept his miniature hands around one of Doc’s wrists as if to assure himself no one was leaving him.

[the-flags-doc]

Doc watched Chuuya's expression carefully. "Again" implied he assumed he had gone somewhere... and that, in turn, implied someone told the boy that. Verlaine, perhaps?

"I never left," The doctor blinked rapidly, "Who told you I did? I was in my office the entire time."

[kijimha]

GUYS IM GOING ON A TRIP TMRW AND I WONT BE ONLNE AFTER 4 PM MY TIME

[the-flags-doc]

Chuuya struggled to reach the door handle, barely caring to stand on his toes in order to do so. His fingertips pulled down on it as he pushed himself inside and immediately down to the place on the floor by Doc’s desk where he had sat before. He sobbed, his eyes shut, wiping the streaks of tears that seemed to endlessly fall from the child’s eyes.

He hadn’t noticed the books and medical decor that still was in the room, nor would it connect to him, even if he had realized, that meant the room was still not vacant of his friend’s presence.

Doc had grown a hint concerned with time. Chuuya had not visited as he usually did, which, in itself, would not be a reason for worry; however, considering who he and his brother were, it was natural to assume the worst. Perhaps Verlaine had forbidden him from seeing any doctors ever again... or perhaps he'd just forbidden him from seeing this specific one.

Doc made sure to focus on his work, hoping that getting into routine would make this concern wane. His hopes were quickly shattered upon hearing the door open and a stream of tears following suit.

"Chuuya? Now, now, don't do that... we don't cry in the office..."

Doc got up semi-quickly, ignoring his lightheadedness in favor of making his way over to where Chuuya was. His first thought was that Verlaine had hurt him; though, luckily, he couldn't spot any bruises or marks.

[labchibichuu]

Upon hearing the older’s voice, Chuuya peaked his eyes open to see Doc, who he had been so sure wasn’t there anymore. His brother had said so!

He held his breath for a few moments, attempting to stop crying. It was a habit he hated he had gained once more after escaping the lab. They hated it too. Verlaine, in ever-needed contrast, never seemed to.

“M’ sorry…” He mumbled, the child’s body as small as possible. His eyes returning shut tight. “Don’t go away again!” His tiny voice added. He must’ve come back or something. His older brother would never lie to him.

[the-flags-doc]

"I wasn't..." Doc blinked rapidly, Chuuya's words hitting him like a truck. He'd never gone anywhere. Never claimed he would. "I'm here. Come on, no need to cry over a sick man."

The doctor shook his head lightly, deciding to speak to Chuuya about the implications of his words later. Doc was never a man of words; in difficult times, when the air was thick with tension, he expressed his care through action. He supposed he would have to do the same even now.

He reached out, wrapping an arm around Chuuya in a half-hug of sorts.

"It's alright. Don't say sorry."

[the-flags-doc]

Chuuya struggled to reach the door handle, barely caring to stand on his toes in order to do so. His fingertips pulled down on it as he pushed himself inside and immediately down to the place on the floor by Doc’s desk where he had sat before. He sobbed, his eyes shut, wiping the streaks of tears that seemed to endlessly fall from the child’s eyes.

He hadn’t noticed the books and medical decor that still was in the room, nor would it connect to him, even if he had realized, that meant the room was still not vacant of his friend’s presence.

Doc had grown a hint concerned with time. Chuuya had not visited as he usually did, which, in itself, would not be a reason for worry; however, considering who he and his brother were, it was natural to assume the worst. Perhaps Verlaine had forbidden him from seeing any doctors ever again... or perhaps he'd just forbidden him from seeing this specific one.

Doc made sure to focus on his work, hoping that getting into routine would make this concern wane. His hopes were quickly shattered upon hearing the door open and a stream of tears following suit.

"Chuuya? Now, now, don't do that... we don't cry in the office..."

Doc got up semi-quickly, ignoring his lightheadedness in favor of making his way over to where Chuuya was. His first thought was that Verlaine had hurt him; though, luckily, he couldn't spot any bruises or marks.

[the-flags-doc]

//hehehe what if chuuya comes in his office to cry over his leaving…. (:<

OOC: YES... 🙏

[the-flags-doc]

”Hey.. Mister? Can I look at your books again?”

The small child stood behind Doc with large, mismatched eyes. He liked the man last time and seemed to have wanted to interact with him again. Spending time with him— outside of the basement in a fresh area (a new office) was.. dare he say, refreshing? Wanted? Enjoyable? He had not told Verlaine he was leaving, as per usual. Hopefully the poor brother wasn’t having a heart attack for him.

Doc made no move to turn around yet, focused on jotting down a few notes in an old, worn-down notebook of his. Notably, whenever he worked, his lopsided smile would disappear; leaving only a doctor that, despite his... quirks, was efficient above all else.

Eventually a click came from his pen, communicating that he was done. Doc turned around in his chair, smiling at the little boy and nodding his head.

"Of course. Are there any specific requests? I'm sure there's books about just anything in this building, but most of these are medical ones."

[labchibichuu]

”The kind from the other day!” He stated quickly, smiling back. He had to tilt his head basically all the way up to look the adult in the eyes. He wanted to see the colorful and interesting pictures like he did the other day that Doc elaborated on.

The child bounced on the balls of his feet, excited. He poked the pole the IV bag was hooked on for no particular reason other than impulse.

[the-flags-doc]

Doc nodded, ruffling Chuuya's hair before standing up. It took him a moment to actually stand, and even then he had to grip his IV pole, but he didn't seem bothered. Just continued and looked through a few books while his fingers ghosted over the covers.

"Here we are,"

He took a thicker-looking book in hand and held it out to the little one.

"Books are good. All knowledge is good knowledge," Doc hummed.

[labchibichuu]

He picked the book up before placing it down on the floor to look at. It was a bit heavy for him anyway. “How come you move super different? You get up slow.” He asked.

He had no intent of being disrespectful or inpatient in any way. He just didn’t understand at all. Why was this person’s body working differently from his own. “Is that in the book?”

[the-flags-doc]

He thought for a moment. "Well, some people are sick or have bodies that can't move like other people's bodies do,"

Doc explained, not at all offended by the child's curious questions. He was clearly coming from a place of good intent.

"Sometimes they have to take special measures for their health, like me with my IV. They aren't different or anything." He shrugged. "Just ordinary people like you and me."

[labchibichuu]

”Ooh.. Okay! Can I help any? Cause I can move super well!!” He said, beaming smile up at Doc before he sat down on the floor, legs crossed to start scanning over the pages or words— meaningless to him til he found a picture of the cardiovascular system. He pointed at the heart.

“That’s a heart. And… these- These are all the things where the blood comes from.” He explained to himself before looking up at Doc for approval of the miniscule bit of knowledge he had acquired so far.

[the-flags-doc]

"Fufu, I'm fine with you just keeping me company." He had to admit it was a really cute offer, though.

As the child directed his attention to the heart in the photo, Doc nodded intently and ended up chuckling at the child's explanation. Just how much was his brother keeping him in the dark about, he wondered...?

"That's right. That's called the cardiovascular system." A slight pause. "It's a big word, but what you have to know is that it helps blood circulate."

[labchibichuu]

”Ooh.. Okay…” He nodded slowly. “Do people not talk to you lots? I don’t think lots of people talk to my big brother a lot. You two could be friends.” He added, absentmindedly before he flipped the pages until he could find another picture.

“Why’s blood gotta go in circles?” He wasn’t quite sure what circulate meant. But he knew circ as circle and just went from there.

[the-flags-doc]

"Maybe," Doc replied earnestly, "I think your brother and I are long overdue for an important chat, fufu."

At first, he didn't get what Chuuya meant by 'circles'. An eyebrow raised, eyes squinting as he tried to understand where that came from, before it suddenly clicked and he snorted.

"It doesn't go in circles, Chuuya, 'circulate' means moving continuously through a closed system." Doc snickered. "The cardiovascular system does a lot of things, like deliver oxygen and nutrients through blood."

[the-flags-doc]

”Hey.. Mister? Can I look at your books again?”

The small child stood behind Doc with large, mismatched eyes. He liked the man last time and seemed to have wanted to interact with him again. Spending time with him— outside of the basement in a fresh area (a new office) was.. dare he say, refreshing? Wanted? Enjoyable? He had not told Verlaine he was leaving, as per usual. Hopefully the poor brother wasn’t having a heart attack for him.

Doc made no move to turn around yet, focused on jotting down a few notes in an old, worn-down notebook of his. Notably, whenever he worked, his lopsided smile would disappear; leaving only a doctor that, despite his... quirks, was efficient above all else.

Eventually a click came from his pen, communicating that he was done. Doc turned around in his chair, smiling at the little boy and nodding his head.

"Of course. Are there any specific requests? I'm sure there's books about just anything in this building, but most of these are medical ones."

[labchibichuu]

”The kind from the other day!” He stated quickly, smiling back. He had to tilt his head basically all the way up to look the adult in the eyes. He wanted to see the colorful and interesting pictures like he did the other day that Doc elaborated on.

The child bounced on the balls of his feet, excited. He poked the pole the IV bag was hooked on for no particular reason other than impulse.

[the-flags-doc]

Doc nodded, ruffling Chuuya's hair before standing up. It took him a moment to actually stand, and even then he had to grip his IV pole, but he didn't seem bothered. Just continued and looked through a few books while his fingers ghosted over the covers.

"Here we are,"

He took a thicker-looking book in hand and held it out to the little one.

"Books are good. All knowledge is good knowledge," Doc hummed.

[labchibichuu]

He picked the book up before placing it down on the floor to look at. It was a bit heavy for him anyway. “How come you move super different? You get up slow.” He asked.

He had no intent of being disrespectful or inpatient in any way. He just didn’t understand at all. Why was this person’s body working differently from his own. “Is that in the book?”

[the-flags-doc]

He thought for a moment. "Well, some people are sick or have bodies that can't move like other people's bodies do,"

Doc explained, not at all offended by the child's curious questions. He was clearly coming from a place of good intent.

"Sometimes they have to take special measures for their health, like me with my IV. They aren't different or anything." He shrugged. "Just ordinary people like you and me."

[labchibichuu]

”Ooh.. Okay! Can I help any? Cause I can move super well!!” He said, beaming smile up at Doc before he sat down on the floor, legs crossed to start scanning over the pages or words— meaningless to him til he found a picture of the cardiovascular system. He pointed at the heart.

“That’s a heart. And… these- These are all the things where the blood comes from.” He explained to himself before looking up at Doc for approval of the miniscule bit of knowledge he had acquired so far.

[the-flags-doc]

"Fufu, I'm fine with you just keeping me company." He had to admit it was a really cute offer, though.

As the child directed his attention to the heart in the photo, Doc nodded intently and ended up chuckling at the child's explanation. Just how much was his brother keeping him in the dark about, he wondered...?

"That's right. That's called the cardiovascular system." A slight pause. "It's a big word, but what you have to know is that it helps blood circulate."

[the-flags-doc]

”Hey.. Mister? Can I look at your books again?”

The small child stood behind Doc with large, mismatched eyes. He liked the man last time and seemed to have wanted to interact with him again. Spending time with him— outside of the basement in a fresh area (a new office) was.. dare he say, refreshing? Wanted? Enjoyable? He had not told Verlaine he was leaving, as per usual. Hopefully the poor brother wasn’t having a heart attack for him.

Doc made no move to turn around yet, focused on jotting down a few notes in an old, worn-down notebook of his. Notably, whenever he worked, his lopsided smile would disappear; leaving only a doctor that, despite his... quirks, was efficient above all else.

Eventually a click came from his pen, communicating that he was done. Doc turned around in his chair, smiling at the little boy and nodding his head.

"Of course. Are there any specific requests? I'm sure there's books about just anything in this building, but most of these are medical ones."

[labchibichuu]

”The kind from the other day!” He stated quickly, smiling back. He had to tilt his head basically all the way up to look the adult in the eyes. He wanted to see the colorful and interesting pictures like he did the other day that Doc elaborated on.

The child bounced on the balls of his feet, excited. He poked the pole the IV bag was hooked on for no particular reason other than impulse.

[the-flags-doc]

Doc nodded, ruffling Chuuya's hair before standing up. It took him a moment to actually stand, and even then he had to grip his IV pole, but he didn't seem bothered. Just continued and looked through a few books while his fingers ghosted over the covers.

"Here we are,"

He took a thicker-looking book in hand and held it out to the little one.

"Books are good. All knowledge is good knowledge," Doc hummed.

[labchibichuu]

He picked the book up before placing it down on the floor to look at. It was a bit heavy for him anyway. “How come you move super different? You get up slow.” He asked.

He had no intent of being disrespectful or inpatient in any way. He just didn’t understand at all. Why was this person’s body working differently from his own. “Is that in the book?”

[the-flags-doc]

He thought for a moment. "Well, some people are sick or have bodies that can't move like other people's bodies do,"

Doc explained, not at all offended by the child's curious questions. He was clearly coming from a place of good intent.

"Sometimes they have to take special measures for their health, like me with my IV. They aren't different or anything." He shrugged. "Just ordinary people like you and me."

[the-flags-doc]

”Hey.. Mister? Can I look at your books again?”

The small child stood behind Doc with large, mismatched eyes. He liked the man last time and seemed to have wanted to interact with him again. Spending time with him— outside of the basement in a fresh area (a new office) was.. dare he say, refreshing? Wanted? Enjoyable? He had not told Verlaine he was leaving, as per usual. Hopefully the poor brother wasn’t having a heart attack for him.

Doc made no move to turn around yet, focused on jotting down a few notes in an old, worn-down notebook of his. Notably, whenever he worked, his lopsided smile would disappear; leaving only a doctor that, despite his... quirks, was efficient above all else.

Eventually a click came from his pen, communicating that he was done. Doc turned around in his chair, smiling at the little boy and nodding his head.

"Of course. Are there any specific requests? I'm sure there's books about just anything in this building, but most of these are medical ones."

[labchibichuu]

”The kind from the other day!” He stated quickly, smiling back. He had to tilt his head basically all the way up to look the adult in the eyes. He wanted to see the colorful and interesting pictures like he did the other day that Doc elaborated on.

The child bounced on the balls of his feet, excited. He poked the pole the IV bag was hooked on for no particular reason other than impulse.

[the-flags-doc]

Doc nodded, ruffling Chuuya's hair before standing up. It took him a moment to actually stand, and even then he had to grip his IV pole, but he didn't seem bothered. Just continued and looked through a few books while his fingers ghosted over the covers.

"Here we are,"

He took a thicker-looking book in hand and held it out to the little one.

"Books are good. All knowledge is good knowledge," Doc hummed.

[the-flags-doc]

”Hey.. Mister? Can I look at your books again?”

The small child stood behind Doc with large, mismatched eyes. He liked the man last time and seemed to have wanted to interact with him again. Spending time with him— outside of the basement in a fresh area (a new office) was.. dare he say, refreshing? Wanted? Enjoyable? He had not told Verlaine he was leaving, as per usual. Hopefully the poor brother wasn’t having a heart attack for him.

Doc made no move to turn around yet, focused on jotting down a few notes in an old, worn-down notebook of his. Notably, whenever he worked, his lopsided smile would disappear; leaving only a doctor that, despite his... quirks, was efficient above all else.

Eventually a click came from his pen, communicating that he was done. Doc turned around in his chair, smiling at the little boy and nodding his head.

"Of course. Are there any specific requests? I'm sure there's books about just anything in this building, but most of these are medical ones."

[the-flags-doc]

"I love blond men. Come here test subject."

[the-flags-doc]

“Heyyyyy docccc quick question how do you know if your shoulder is dislocated.”

-@the-real-albatross

"What did you do this time?"

[the-real-albatross]

”bike crash don’t woooorry about it.”

[the-flags-doc]

"Well, if it were anyone but you, I wouldn't have cared. Unfortunately, you're an idiot, so I have to help you.

...Not that I mind... I like seeing you a bit roughed up, fufu~"

[the-real-albatross]

“Thats gay.”

[the-flags-doc]

"Whuh– I think that's just you."

[the-real-albatross]

”aw man :( okay fine can you help me.”

[the-flags-doc]

"Aw, only since you asked so nicely.

Go on, sit, I'll check your shoulder. I'll be gentle."

[the-real-albatross]

”okay <3 yay <3 literally my savior.”

[the-flags-doc]

"Ufufu... that sounds so much more meaningful when it's coming from you."

Doc grins, dragging his IV with him as he checks Albatross' shoulder.

"Just how hard did you crash on your bike?"

[the-real-albatross]

Albatross falls silent for a second. “Okay well someone cut me off on the highway- so like going 100 kilometers per hour? Thankfully that guy is alive but like dude he cut me off going like. FIFTY.”

[the-flags-doc]

"Hmm," Doc hums, "Is that right? Well, no worries. I'll fix you up in no time."

He takes a chair and moves it closer so he won't have to stand. Then, he places a bony hand near the injury.

"I'm going to reduce the dislocation by putting the bone back in its socket. Do you want me to do this quickly or slowly? I won't mind either way, fufu..."

[the-real-albatross]

”whichever way will hurt less! I have work to do. Pianoman is on my ass about forgetting something. Again.”

[the-flags-doc]

"Well, if you have work to do, I can't hold you back for too long."

Doc sits back, grabbing something from the drawers. It's a piece of cloth. He offers it to Albatross.

"Do you want to bite on this so you won't scream?"

[the-real-albatross]

”I’m not a wimp, Doc- I’ve handled worse than a dislocated shoulder :(“

[the-flags-doc]

"Good, because I was lying to you," Doc puts it back, "If you ever do scream, I want to hear it."

His hand moves to the area once more, fingers wrapping around Albatross' arm. 1, 2, 3, and snap! A loud sound erupts once it's back in place.

"You'll need a sling to keep it in place while it heals. Work with caution."

[the-real-albatross]

Albatross miraculously doesn’t scream. He does grimace and clench his jaw really hard though. “Ow??? It’s like you’re trying to make it hurt-“

[the-flags-doc]

"Maybe. I wish you'd broken more bones so I'd be able to heal you back to full health again,"

Doc sighs, getting up to get the materials needed. He can't hide the grin playing at his lips.

"Then again, I didn't give you painkillers, so of course it'd hurt. You did say you handled worse than a dislocated shoulder, right?"

[the-real-albatross]

”you’re so weird and I like that. And yeah, I broke my collarbone once as a kid. That hurt like a bitch.”

[the-flags-doc]

Doc completely dismisses the part about him being weird. "Aw, if only I could have helped you then, too. I was a very talented child."

[the-real-albatross]

”were you really. Where did you grow up, even?”

[the-flags-doc]

"Do you not trust me? I'm almost hurt, Albatross!" Doc leans back in his chair, throwing a hand over his forehead like a damsel. "Since you're so rude, I won't be telling you."

[the-real-albatross]

”Almost hurt?? Cmonnn doc I’m just curious :(“ albatross does the stupid puppy dog eyes over the edge of this sunglasses, which he still has on. Like an idiot.

[the-flags-doc]

Doc cracks a smile. Puppy eyes don't really work on him, but the fact Albatross considered it at all is so stupidly pathetic and cute.

"Well... I can give you a hint. I'm actually from Europe."

[the-real-albatross]

Albatross very dramatically gasps. Hand to his chest and everything. The puppy eyes are cute screw you.

“You are???? What part????”

[the-flags-doc]

Doc chuckled at the melodramatic reaction. "I'm actually German. I came here both to study and to complete my goal."

[the-real-albatross]

“Really??? I grew up in America, actually. Kinda sucked. I moved back here with my dad when I was like- sixteen? And then I ended up in the mafia which I’m pretty sure he’s eternally pissed over that.”

[the-flags-doc]

"Really?" He hums, grabbing a pen to mess around with. He's very attentive, though. "I'm sure he's partly mad at me, too for sneaking poison into your drinks and food."

[the-real-albatross]

”nahh he’d probably be fine with that. I think. Poison immunity or whatever. And it means you get to take care of me ❤️.”

[the-flags-doc]

"Can't argue with that. I do love taking care of you, Albatross." He purposefully drags out the word slightly. "Don't you?"

[the-real-albatross]

”…uh huh. Yeah.” Ooo he’s blushing. Little freak. “I do like when you take care of me-“

[the-flags-doc]

"'Like'? I'm hurt. That's not the word I used," He tilts his head innocently. "Unless you mean to tell me you don't like being taken care of by me as much as you say you do."

[the-flags-doc]

“Heyyyyy docccc quick question how do you know if your shoulder is dislocated.”

-@the-real-albatross

"What did you do this time?"

[the-real-albatross]

”bike crash don’t woooorry about it.”

[the-flags-doc]

"Well, if it were anyone but you, I wouldn't have cared. Unfortunately, you're an idiot, so I have to help you.

...Not that I mind... I like seeing you a bit roughed up, fufu~"

[the-real-albatross]

“Thats gay.”

[the-flags-doc]

"Whuh– I think that's just you."

[the-real-albatross]

”aw man :( okay fine can you help me.”

[the-flags-doc]

"Aw, only since you asked so nicely.

Go on, sit, I'll check your shoulder. I'll be gentle."

[the-real-albatross]

”okay <3 yay <3 literally my savior.”

[the-flags-doc]

"Ufufu... that sounds so much more meaningful when it's coming from you."

Doc grins, dragging his IV with him as he checks Albatross' shoulder.

"Just how hard did you crash on your bike?"

[the-real-albatross]

Albatross falls silent for a second. “Okay well someone cut me off on the highway- so like going 100 kilometers per hour? Thankfully that guy is alive but like dude he cut me off going like. FIFTY.”

[the-flags-doc]

"Hmm," Doc hums, "Is that right? Well, no worries. I'll fix you up in no time."

He takes a chair and moves it closer so he won't have to stand. Then, he places a bony hand near the injury.

"I'm going to reduce the dislocation by putting the bone back in its socket. Do you want me to do this quickly or slowly? I won't mind either way, fufu..."

[the-real-albatross]

”whichever way will hurt less! I have work to do. Pianoman is on my ass about forgetting something. Again.”

[the-flags-doc]

"Well, if you have work to do, I can't hold you back for too long."

Doc sits back, grabbing something from the drawers. It's a piece of cloth. He offers it to Albatross.

"Do you want to bite on this so you won't scream?"

[the-real-albatross]

”I’m not a wimp, Doc- I’ve handled worse than a dislocated shoulder :(“

[the-flags-doc]

"Good, because I was lying to you," Doc puts it back, "If you ever do scream, I want to hear it."

His hand moves to the area once more, fingers wrapping around Albatross' arm. 1, 2, 3, and snap! A loud sound erupts once it's back in place.

"You'll need a sling to keep it in place while it heals. Work with caution."

[the-real-albatross]

Albatross miraculously doesn’t scream. He does grimace and clench his jaw really hard though. “Ow??? It’s like you’re trying to make it hurt-“

[the-flags-doc]

"Maybe. I wish you'd broken more bones so I'd be able to heal you back to full health again,"

Doc sighs, getting up to get the materials needed. He can't hide the grin playing at his lips.

"Then again, I didn't give you painkillers, so of course it'd hurt. You did say you handled worse than a dislocated shoulder, right?"

[the-real-albatross]

”you’re so weird and I like that. And yeah, I broke my collarbone once as a kid. That hurt like a bitch.”

[the-flags-doc]

Doc completely dismisses the part about him being weird. "Aw, if only I could have helped you then, too. I was a very talented child."

[the-real-albatross]

”were you really. Where did you grow up, even?”

[the-flags-doc]

"Do you not trust me? I'm almost hurt, Albatross!" Doc leans back in his chair, throwing a hand over his forehead like a damsel. "Since you're so rude, I won't be telling you."

[the-real-albatross]

”Almost hurt?? Cmonnn doc I’m just curious :(“ albatross does the stupid puppy dog eyes over the edge of this sunglasses, which he still has on. Like an idiot.

[the-flags-doc]

Doc cracks a smile. Puppy eyes don't really work on him, but the fact Albatross considered it at all is so stupidly pathetic and cute.

"Well... I can give you a hint. I'm actually from Europe."

[the-real-albatross]

Albatross very dramatically gasps. Hand to his chest and everything. The puppy eyes are cute screw you.

“You are???? What part????”

[the-flags-doc]

Doc chuckled at the melodramatic reaction. "I'm actually German. I came here both to study and to complete my goal."

[the-real-albatross]

“Really??? I grew up in America, actually. Kinda sucked. I moved back here with my dad when I was like- sixteen? And then I ended up in the mafia which I’m pretty sure he’s eternally pissed over that.”

[the-flags-doc]

"Really?" He hums, grabbing a pen to mess around with. He's very attentive, though. "I'm sure he's partly mad at me, too for sneaking poison into your drinks and food."

[the-real-albatross]

”nahh he’d probably be fine with that. I think. Poison immunity or whatever. And it means you get to take care of me ❤️.”

[the-flags-doc]

"Can't argue with that. I do love taking care of you, Albatross." He purposefully drags out the word slightly. "Don't you?"

[the-flags-doc]

“Heyyyyy docccc quick question how do you know if your shoulder is dislocated.”

-@the-real-albatross

"What did you do this time?"

[the-real-albatross]

”bike crash don’t woooorry about it.”

[the-flags-doc]

"Well, if it were anyone but you, I wouldn't have cared. Unfortunately, you're an idiot, so I have to help you.

...Not that I mind... I like seeing you a bit roughed up, fufu~"

[the-real-albatross]

“Thats gay.”

[the-flags-doc]

"Whuh– I think that's just you."

[the-real-albatross]

”aw man :( okay fine can you help me.”

[the-flags-doc]

"Aw, only since you asked so nicely.

Go on, sit, I'll check your shoulder. I'll be gentle."

[the-real-albatross]

”okay <3 yay <3 literally my savior.”

[the-flags-doc]

"Ufufu... that sounds so much more meaningful when it's coming from you."

Doc grins, dragging his IV with him as he checks Albatross' shoulder.

"Just how hard did you crash on your bike?"

[the-real-albatross]

Albatross falls silent for a second. “Okay well someone cut me off on the highway- so like going 100 kilometers per hour? Thankfully that guy is alive but like dude he cut me off going like. FIFTY.”

[the-flags-doc]

"Hmm," Doc hums, "Is that right? Well, no worries. I'll fix you up in no time."

He takes a chair and moves it closer so he won't have to stand. Then, he places a bony hand near the injury.

"I'm going to reduce the dislocation by putting the bone back in its socket. Do you want me to do this quickly or slowly? I won't mind either way, fufu..."

[the-real-albatross]

”whichever way will hurt less! I have work to do. Pianoman is on my ass about forgetting something. Again.”

[the-flags-doc]

"Well, if you have work to do, I can't hold you back for too long."

Doc sits back, grabbing something from the drawers. It's a piece of cloth. He offers it to Albatross.

"Do you want to bite on this so you won't scream?"

[the-real-albatross]

”I’m not a wimp, Doc- I’ve handled worse than a dislocated shoulder :(“

[the-flags-doc]

"Good, because I was lying to you," Doc puts it back, "If you ever do scream, I want to hear it."

His hand moves to the area once more, fingers wrapping around Albatross' arm. 1, 2, 3, and snap! A loud sound erupts once it's back in place.

"You'll need a sling to keep it in place while it heals. Work with caution."

[the-real-albatross]

Albatross miraculously doesn’t scream. He does grimace and clench his jaw really hard though. “Ow??? It’s like you’re trying to make it hurt-“

[the-flags-doc]

"Maybe. I wish you'd broken more bones so I'd be able to heal you back to full health again,"

Doc sighs, getting up to get the materials needed. He can't hide the grin playing at his lips.

"Then again, I didn't give you painkillers, so of course it'd hurt. You did say you handled worse than a dislocated shoulder, right?"

[the-real-albatross]

”you’re so weird and I like that. And yeah, I broke my collarbone once as a kid. That hurt like a bitch.”

[the-flags-doc]

Doc completely dismisses the part about him being weird. "Aw, if only I could have helped you then, too. I was a very talented child."

[the-real-albatross]

”were you really. Where did you grow up, even?”

[the-flags-doc]

"Do you not trust me? I'm almost hurt, Albatross!" Doc leans back in his chair, throwing a hand over his forehead like a damsel. "Since you're so rude, I won't be telling you."

[the-real-albatross]

”Almost hurt?? Cmonnn doc I’m just curious :(“ albatross does the stupid puppy dog eyes over the edge of this sunglasses, which he still has on. Like an idiot.

[the-flags-doc]

Doc cracks a smile. Puppy eyes don't really work on him, but the fact Albatross considered it at all is so stupidly pathetic and cute.

"Well... I can give you a hint. I'm actually from Europe."

[the-real-albatross]

Albatross very dramatically gasps. Hand to his chest and everything. The puppy eyes are cute screw you.

“You are???? What part????”

[the-flags-doc]

Doc chuckled at the melodramatic reaction. "I'm actually German. I came here both to study and to complete my goal."

[the-real-albatross]

“Really??? I grew up in America, actually. Kinda sucked. I moved back here with my dad when I was like- sixteen? And then I ended up in the mafia which I’m pretty sure he’s eternally pissed over that.”

[the-flags-doc]

"Really?" He hums, grabbing a pen to mess around with. He's very attentive, though. "I'm sure he's partly mad at me, too for sneaking poison into your drinks and food."