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[2013-11-03 06:17:28 +0000 UTC]
"It won't hurt at all!"
(Russia)
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( Hehe-- i wanna say thanks for the watch back in my normal matter, but I really don't want to mess with doctor KolKol )
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outofmedicine; oh, he'll be nice~ u v u
btw, this is blinded-wrath xD
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( coolio, I didn't know it was you c: )
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outofmedicine; yes yes hello~ u v u
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He walked into the hospital, sunflowers in hand. It had been a while since he had seen Doctor Kolkol and he wanted to pay him a visit; now that he was in human form instead of a feline.
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"uh....e-excuse me ...?"
The ukrainian lady knocked at the door of the doctor, not even sure if this was a good choise but she hadn't been feeling well lately: her head felt like exploding at any time and she had nothing to risk.
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The doctor had been cleaning up his house, only to stop when hearing the knock on the door. Walking over with a smile, he had only smiled more at the woman at his door, who strangely enough, looked like his older sister. "Da? What is problem, ma'am?"
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"--Doctor, my head seems to be falling off, an awful lot, at that. Is there anything you can do about it?" And, as hinted, her head was indeed looking a little- off, save for the messy stitches that covered her neck. "I hear you're quite the expert when it comes to these things." Or so she thought she'd heard, anyway.
(( THIS ACCOUNT is wonderful, omg <33 gomen for the creepy demon girl, whoops. ))
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/ terrified staring
/ slowly backs awayΒ
/ scared bird kid is scared
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/ doing his paperwork and shit
/ unaware of the other's presence
/ scribbling awayyy
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/ about to go on his merry wayΒ
/ when he suddenly stops
/ and just-
/ fARTSΒ
/ the power of a funky digestive system-
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Holds his guitar close to him as he approaches Ivan's clinic.
" I'm gonna do it, today, no fucking up this time. "
Yeah, this dumb idiot had been trying to propose to Ivan for a while,
every attempt either getting ruined or having Ivan not understanding..
so here was this tough-looking spikey haired dude, going on his
way to ask a doctor to marry him.
Entering the door, the familiar bell jangled, and he smiled, looking at Ivan, who was
writing notes on his clipboard.
" Hey, beautiful. "
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The Russian was indeed scribbling away notes on his clipboard from a patient he was working with currently; this time, he was dawning a beautiful pair of black reading glasses on the bridge of his nose. Hearing the bell, he had happily looked up, and smiled even more when seeing that it was Gilbert, though he had blushed at the comment that he had received. "Privyet, Mr. handsome~" He had giggled, setting the pen down, and leaning forwards to peck the other's lips.
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Gilbert chuckled, and leaned into the peck, moving from Ivan's lips to his cheek, where he
planted a small, loving kiss. His hair fell in his eyes, and he swept it away. For once,
he wasn't wearing his usual ' Oasis ' tee, or another band shirt at all.
He was wearing a tux, which he revealed when he took off his heavy leather jacket.
It was the most clean-cut Gilbert had ever looked, besides when he attended his father's funeral
back when he and Lud were 8 and 4.
Gilbert pulled Ivan out from his counter, and sat him down in one of the waiting room chairs, making
sure no one was coming through the doors, before strumming a beautiful tune on his guitar, singing along
romantic words to it, his voice deep and brooding.
He finished the song, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, before kneeling down and reaching into
the pit of his guitar and pulling out a simple ring, that had a sapphire in the middle of it, and both of their initials
on the sides.
" Ivan Braginiski, you have healed me numerous times, some of the reasons ridiculous, and some an emergency,
but now, I would like for you to help me with one last thing.
Will you marry me ? "
( wowoowowowowowow ;-; )
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you're a doctor, aren't you-?
then, tell me-
is an addiction to a substance basically a mental illness...?
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/ looks over towards
Hmm? Well, it depends on what kind of substance you are claiming to be addicted to.
Might you tell me?
{ hi dad }
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/ clicks her tongue
Anabolic steroids, the injectable type. Take my own advice, never buy anything from the Chinese that has the word 'steroid' on it-
But would it be linked to a mental illness...?
( hI RUSSIA )
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/ thinks for a moment
Well, how long have you been using such a substance-
Oh wait, no, it would be called an addiction, not a mental illness.
If you have addiction, then you would want o look up other hospitals that can help you.
We sadly don't provide services like that.
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I'm fully aware it's an addiction, and for several years- But isΒ an addiction a mental illness?
And there is more to it. There's a reason I got involved, and it's unhealthy.
No one likes death, do they? But you see, I don't just 'not like it', I'm afraid of it- I shouldn't be living, I should have been dead years ago-
I'm just waiting to drop off and it's just another form of killing me waiting- I'm obsessed with strength to keep me alive and it's ruining my relationship with my brother.
P-Please, is there nothing you can do, at all-?
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/ he fell asleep again
/ gdi
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/ yeLPS
/ darts head around like 'wAIT WHERE AM I'
/ looks at gilbert
/ blinks for a moment
...What happened-?
/ dumb ass you fell asleep for like the huNDRETH TIME
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/ giggles slightly
/ pushes a starbucks next to the poor man
" you need to drink more caffeine. "
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/ sighs, then chuckles
Spasibo, Gilbert.
/ sits
/ yelps and sets cup down
ΠΠΎΡΡΡΠ°Ρ! Ow-
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/ makes sure the cup is stable
/ picks up Ivan's hand and kisses it
Better, frau ?
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/ he was sleeping on the job agaiiiiin
/ eyes slowly open
/ mumbles something
Huh......?
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/ licks his face and pouts
/ wake up bitch
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/ sits up and stretches
I-I was awake the whole time-
/ interrupted by a yawn
/ op starts falling asleep again
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/ pecks him on the cheek
" Sleep if you need to, why haven't you been sleeping ?Β "
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"I...'ve been worried m'bout you..."
/ head falls back onto the desk with a loud thud
/ ow
/ snoooooooore
{ im on the chat bb }
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/ rolls his eyes
/ sits next to him and rubs his back
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/ ssssssnooooooooooore
/ looks so tired
/ so so tired
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/ ... he thinks h e knows why Ivan is worried
/ he's been actING STRANGELY
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/ wow his snores are loud wOw
/ oh my
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/ boops Ivan on the nose
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/ snort
/ eyes weakly open
/ mumbles another thing
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/ waNTS TO SA Y IT BUT DOESNT
Β
" HI WAKE UP FUCK NUGGET "
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/ jumps
/ whOA THERE
i diDN'T DO IT-
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/ you're fine shhhh
/ pets
you didn't do what ?
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/ thought he heard something scream wow
/ blinks
/ wow he looks tired-
...What screamed-?
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/ i
/ hugs Ivan
" Soo.. I had something to tell yo --- "
/ too distracted he's not gonna say it
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/ tiredly looks over at the other
Hm..?
What is it..?
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/ shuffles his feet
N..No thing- -
/ runs
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/ wants to go after it but
/ falls right back to sleep
/ snooooooore
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i need your help.. please get on chatzy-- i'm thinking about killing myself.. please.. )
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