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"Um, this is Lop Underbrush. I'm afraid I'm not available at the moment. Please leave me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I'm able."

[ text / voice / video / action ]

Date: 2016-04-22 02:17 pm (UTC)
mombastic: (Clean bill of health)
From: [personal profile] mombastic
[ She can't imagine why, really. She's still the same gentle doctor he knows...

Only better. ]


You know, I always thought it was funny... Where I'm from, rabbits are considered pets.

Date: 2016-04-23 02:00 am (UTC)
mombastic: (He never coughed again)
From: [personal profile] mombastic
[ Look at this face, smiling so guilelessly up at him! ]

I think you're just as cute as they are, though. And I think you'd look adorable in a cage, as my very own.

[ Otome?! ]
mombastic: (Clean bill of health)
From: [personal profile] mombastic
[ Oh, Lop. You're so cute. So precious.

She has to have you. ]


It's all right. I'm sure we could find you a nice, roomy one, with comfy blankets and clean water and you'd never be lonely, because you'd have me!

[ Run. ]

LIES HERE

Date: 2016-04-25 12:55 pm (UTC)
mombastic: (Sit down and take off your shirt)
From: [personal profile] mombastic
[ It's probably a good thing that Lop's catching on. Because her grip? It's absolutely not budging, even if her smile is sliding away into a more displeased frown. ]

I'd let you out on occasion, you know. We could go for walks.

Are you saying you don't want to be with me?

1/2

Date: 2016-04-30 01:36 pm (UTC)
mombastic: (Thank god it's not lupus)
From: [personal profile] mombastic
Oh, is it? [ she sounds faintly surprised, as though she really didn't know, before her tone changes into something more solicitous. ]

It's all right, it'll be better soon. If breathing is such an issue, there's a very good way to make it stop.

Date: 2016-04-30 01:38 pm (UTC)
mombastic: (... Or maybe it IS lupus)
From: [personal profile] mombastic
[ And she might finally be loosening her grip, if only to reach into her jacket pocket and pull out a syringe--

But how well do your ears pick up things, Lop? Because faintly, but getting louder, there are heavy footfalls of someone running in their direction. ]