“ ‘m b-back ! and i brought l-lunch ! ” you announce your arrival into the clinic, precariously balancing the takeout you’d ordered for the office on a hip. ( admittedly, it’s just the two of you- soooooo. )
you set the food on the front desk, and start laying everything out, hoping the smell would lure ai out of the backroom.
starter call.
@fateddisappearance
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