[ 107th consult | action ]

[dr_conscience]

[ Mistletoe curse or not, Wilson can't stay cooped up and hidden away from the offending plant all day. Saving lives here, people!

So he goes out to the hospital, and he spends his day working away in the hospital, and after that? Well, he has to walk back home from the hospital. Clearly, that leaves plenty of opportunity for the parasitic plant to creep near him and allow for a kiss or two. So, out and about in the streets, or if you have a reason to be at the hospital... don't be shy. ]

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[anunluckypenny]

[Having any kind of occupation that involves being around people makes days like this seriously awkward. By the time evening rolls around and it's time for Penny to take the dogs for their walk, she feels like she's kissed half the City. As such, she's not being particularly vigilant where avoiding mistletoe is concerned. What's a few kisses more?

But she is pleased to see Wilson and certainly isn't going to try to avoid him. Dogs in tow, she jogs over to say hello.]

Hey, James. Heading home?

[dr_conscience]

[ Gosh but it does. He's not often one to cross doctor-patient boundaries, but with the mistletoe around...

Still, Penny gets a smile when he spots her - as do the dogs. With as many people as he's already kissed, it hardly seems worth avoiding the few he might encounter on his way home. Certainly not at the cost of saying hello to a friend. ]

I am -- well, starting to work on heading that direction, at least.

[ And the dogs, of course, get a greeting of their own - which, initially, is an offered hand to sniff. ]

[anunluckypenny]

Sorry. I probably shouldn't keep you.

[The dogs both snuffle and lick Wilson's hand, tails wagging enthusiastically enough to make their whole bodies shake.]

[dr_conscience]

[ The dogs, of course, get some scritches - while Penny gets a smile. ]

It's all right, you're not. It's just a little bit of a minefield out here - always is.

[vicodincrutch]

[Would it be fitting to just have the day pass without conflict? House thinks so. He has come prepared today. There is a flesh toned band aid on his mouth with drawn on lips. HAH. Eat that.

Except now he can't speak.]

[dr_conscience]

[ ...that last part? That's the part that inspires the impish smirk Wilson greets the sight of House with. ]

Wow. That's a good look on you. Very fetching.

[vicodincrutch]

[Blue eyes squint. Yeah. He can see that as a positive before seeing that would prevent direct kissing contact. James Wilson always had a kind of freaky, deaky streak though. All that free loving, care bear doctoring that he has developed House wagers.

Even with the squint he gives a flourish before taking a little bow and doing a little turn. It ends with a finger snap.

Now what?]

[dr_conscience]

How sassy.

[ An arched brow and a snort of a laugh, before he shakes his head and goes back to the chart he was leafing through.

You can hardly blame him for enjoying this aspect of it, really. ]

You know, I can barely remember what it's like to work without color commentary - this must be going over well.

[vicodincrutch]

[Of course he'll carry on his own conversation. HMPH. House wanders in further, feeling confident that his plan is working. After all, it's not a bandage peeling curse, right? Finding a chair he sits and taps the floor with his cane.

To answer your question, Jimmy, all he has is a shrug and a spin of the chair.]

[dr_conscience]

[ Hopefully it is working, but all that confidence is still a little worrying. A band-aid is no reason to tempt the curse, really, as hilarious as it may be to watch. ]

You could write notes on cards, work out some sort of charades. You know, just in case Little Timmy winds up down the well.