[voice] don't say they come to pray to the lord

[bedsidemanners]

I think this month has actually been one of the milder ones, as far as curses go. No spilled secrets or random monsters, just idealistic rainbow-chasers and dirty text messages.

Which isn't nearly as different from the norm as you'd hope.

[and he clears his throat]

I've long since resigned myself to thinking of staying here as an unpaid vacation. I hate to say it, but sometimes I still miss-- not my hours at work so much, but my old office. At least, the desk portion of it. The bed gets depressingly uncreative.

... Gabriel, I trust you've settled in well enough, haven't you?

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voice;

[bedsidemanners]

That's quite a nonchalant attitude to take.

voice;

[dignity_misery]

I don't want to be a walking corpse, doctor. And you don't have to die to be one.

voice;

[bedsidemanners]

No. You don't.

voice;

[dignity_misery]

[She gives a brusque, bitter laugh.]

I thought you were done being honest with me for today.