[ 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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[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.