[ 73rd consult | open action ]

[dr_conscience]

[Wilson knows what's going on today, but that doesn't stop him from going in to work. So he moves as swiftly as he can through the streets on his way both to and from the hospital, knowing all too well that even that probably won't keep him entirely out of the line of fire kisses.

Still, it'll probably manage to cut back on the kisses he receives in transit. And at work-- well, there's only so much he can do. He does need to be there, after all, and he's not about to turn his back on a responsibility.]



[ooc: Feel free to hit him up on his walk to or from work, or at the hospital itself. :D]

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

[HOME! Because...they live together. And somehow or another it is so obvious. Seeing each other every morning and the last person they see at night.

Ahem.]

We could use more mouthwash around here. Have you ever noticed there are far more noisy doctors than dentists around here?

[dr_conscience]

[Ah, domestic bliss. Seriously, this arrangement is in the running for how long Wilson's managed to live with someone before getting kicked out or walked out on.]

I have, though I think there are just far more doctors than there are dentists in general. Apparently, we're much more appealing to the discerning interdimensional collector.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

[Miracle or just a matter of time. House would opt for the second. Maybe also because he's trying to be a careful, clever bastard. Better in here than out there. Better with someone who understands his madness than it only being madness and addiction.]

You're saying that because you feel special. I think that they want us to have complications and heart disease.

[House leans on the counter top of their kitchenette. There's lovely curling leaves of green ninja-ing themselves into existence.]

[dr_conscience]

I'm saying that because I think they want us here to patch up the rest of the population after each curse.

[Wilson sets a glass on the counter not too far from where House is leaning, then goes to the fridge to retrieve some juice. When he comes back over to fill the cup, of course he's plenty close to House... and those leaves.]

But sure, that too.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

But the slow, silent killer like plaque and gum disease reigns supreme. That would be the ultimate diversion.

[Might wanna change the placement of the milk while you're at it. Hah.]

You know--[close now. Like magnets. The stars are aligning. Somewhere out in the vast, crazy stretch of the universe a thousand fans sing.]

[dr_conscience]

[Sorry, juice, but Wilson's not going to be drinking you right away - his mouth has found itself otherwise occupied. Those fans can erupt in their heavenly chorus, because this curse has fully taken its grip. Eyes just shy of closed with a hand grabbing at House's collar, he's going into this one with passion.

... who knows if he'll still remember he was planning to move the milk when he went back to the fridge.]