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[saidrepent]

[Hello, City. Raymond is once again addressing the network, although he's got the camera on this time — and, as can probably be expected by the curse of the day, he's only half-dressed. He's leaned back in a chair, only wearing a pair of pants that look (somehow) tighter than his usual dress, and the lack of shirt gives a nice view not only of his toned abdomen (and the matching bullet scars in both of his shoulders) but also the glowing green body clock on his left arm. He also looks thoroughly pleased with himself.]

Turns out this is a pretty good way of beating the whole sand in your clothes problem...though I wonder if it'd work even better with even less than this.

[He leans forward a bit, towards the camera, spreading his legs in the same motion and thereby leaving little to the imagination.]

What do you think?

Comments

[saidrepent]

[That's too bad, because he's going to keep getting it.] Who said I have to be your patient right now?

[mintjulep]

Considering I'm attempting to double-check on your bullet wound, me.

[saidrepent]

There's nothing keeping you from stopping by for a house call.

[mintjulep]

I'm working.

[saidrepent]

You took the time to reply to this, didn't you? Why not take a little more?

[mintjulep]

I'm going back to work now. Remember what I said about the pants.

[saidrepent]

So you'd rather I take them off anyway.

[mintjulep]

What you do in the privacy of your own home is your business.

If you have any medical concerns about them, you can address them to me or one of the other City doctors tomorrow.

[saidrepent]

[He sighs, the smirk finally falling from his face.] So much for inviting you into my business, I guess.

[mintjulep]

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Like I said, I'm at work.

[saidrepent]

Are you saying that a house call wouldn't count as work?

[mintjulep]

I'm not covering those today.

[saidrepent]

[Raymond just rolls his eyes at that.] You've got an excuse for everything, don't you?

[mintjulep]

You'll thank me tomorrow.

[saidrepent]

I could be thanking you tonight if you'd give me a chance.

[mintjulep]

[ Oh, god. Rubbing his temples. ]

Go take a cold shower, Raymond.

[saidrepent]

And what will the point of that be? I'm hardly getting started.

[mintjulep]

[ He is going to now attempt to outwit the cursed man. ]

It'll get the rest of the sand off.

[saidrepent]

It wouldn't take much to take care of that. [Obviously.] And taking off these pants just might help.

[mintjulep]

Sand sticks places. You never know where it'll show up. Besides, there could be some in your hair.

[saidrepent]

I assure you, I am sand-free.

Though you could always check for yourself, if you'd like.

[mintjulep]

Just keep your wound clean, Raymond.

[saidrepent]

[He purses his lips for a moment, then he's back to smirking.]

Whatever you say, doctor.