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revivalproject2021-07-28 10:56 pm
beepbeepmotherfucker) wrote in revivalproject2021-07-28 10:56 pm
Paging Dr. K.
WHO: Eddie and YOU
WHERE: Network and the Temba Hospital
WHAT: Office Hours
WHEN: Uuuhhh whenever?
WARNINGS: Language
Network
[Eddie hates using the communicator like this... he never even liked Skyping back home, damnit! But he'll make an exception for this. It takes him a moment to be sure the thing's working before he clears his throat and speaks.]
Um. Yeah. Hi. I'm not about to go wandering around underground or run off to the other city, but I want to make myself useful around here somehow. So I'm going to start spending time at the hospital every day. That way if people need medical attention they can just, you know, come in...
[He pauses. Wow this sounds so fucking awkward. He sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. Frowning a little, he gestures sharply with his hand.]
Listen, I shouldn't have to explain how a fucking clinic works. We're all reasonably intelligent people here. I'll put up a sign or something with the hours I'll be there.
Clinic
[Just like he said, he posts a sign with rough hours he'll be there. Not wanting to take up all of his time doing this, he basically blocks out a few hours each morning and afternoon, with two evenings a week. It's all in Earth time so sorry to anyone who doesn't know how that works. He also leaves a note for anyone to send him a message directly if it's an emergency.
He's picked out a few rooms to work as a waiting area, office, and exam rooms. He might not be a doctor, but with the knowledge he got from the data point he's reasonably certain he can help people with most things. And, hey, it's the least he can do since he's not the adventuring type.
The not-doctor is in if anyone wants to pay him a visit!]
WHERE: Network and the Temba Hospital
WHAT: Office Hours
WHEN: Uuuhhh whenever?
WARNINGS: Language
Network
[Eddie hates using the communicator like this... he never even liked Skyping back home, damnit! But he'll make an exception for this. It takes him a moment to be sure the thing's working before he clears his throat and speaks.]
Um. Yeah. Hi. I'm not about to go wandering around underground or run off to the other city, but I want to make myself useful around here somehow. So I'm going to start spending time at the hospital every day. That way if people need medical attention they can just, you know, come in...
[He pauses. Wow this sounds so fucking awkward. He sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. Frowning a little, he gestures sharply with his hand.]
Listen, I shouldn't have to explain how a fucking clinic works. We're all reasonably intelligent people here. I'll put up a sign or something with the hours I'll be there.
Clinic
[Just like he said, he posts a sign with rough hours he'll be there. Not wanting to take up all of his time doing this, he basically blocks out a few hours each morning and afternoon, with two evenings a week. It's all in Earth time so sorry to anyone who doesn't know how that works. He also leaves a note for anyone to send him a message directly if it's an emergency.
He's picked out a few rooms to work as a waiting area, office, and exam rooms. He might not be a doctor, but with the knowledge he got from the data point he's reasonably certain he can help people with most things. And, hey, it's the least he can do since he's not the adventuring type.
The not-doctor is in if anyone wants to pay him a visit!]
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His eyes close and his hand slides from cupping Richie's chin to the back of his neck. At any point in his life had he ever imagined he'd be kissing Richie Trashmouth Tozier? No. But does he want it to stop?... Also no.]
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The years of longing, the desperate grief, the emptiness of 27 years missing something you couldn't remember... Richie feels it welling up, coming up his throat as his arms wrap around Eddie's waist and hold him close. When it gets to the top he has to break away and let out a watery sounding laugh. His forehead presses into Eddie's shoulder as he fights tears.
He presses a soft kiss to Eddie's neck and then the scar on his cheek before resting his head down again.]
Sorry. I'm concussed and apparently an emotional mess. Make-out will continue once I convince my brain this is all real.
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When Richie breaks off the kiss he's almost disappointed. One hand cups the back of Richie's head, his fingers threaded through his unruly hair. He smiles, a breathy laugh slipping from his lips as Richie's lips touch his neck.]
It's real. I can hardly believe it, myself, but it's real.
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This is the best day of my entire life, I am pretty sure. Top five, hands down.
[He pulls back and just smiles at Eddie.]
You can push it up higher if you take your shirt off.