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[waitsforever]

[Rory's been doing a lot of hospital work, lately. He's getting a fair amount of sleep, because he doesn't want to make mistakes, but perhaps not a perfect amount of sleep. Which means he's been working long enough now, that the doctor he was working under has actually made him go take a break. So he's sitting on a park bench in an area of the City with a couple of trees near the hospital. His feet are up on the bench and he's sitting sideways, his back resting slightly against the bench arm. He clearly doesn't realise he has the video on on his device, because he's just looking down at it, flipping through Network entries for something to do.]


[ooc: Fully creepable, especially because he's tired enough that he won't even know how to cope with it right now. Don't be put off by the sad. He NEEDS a distraction.]

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[7thborn.livejournal.com]

[And here comes a distraction, a very freckled sort of distraction just sort of blinking on your device screen. Judging by the surprise in her expression, she didn't mean to switch things to video, but what's done is done so she just points out quite frankly,]

If you're hiding from those bloody creepy dancers, you've picked an awful spot to do it, mate.

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[synanthrope]

[She's dressed, as usual, impeccably, her shoes alone probably worth more than everything Rory owns, when she comes and carefully sits next to him, legs crossed]

Hello, Rory.

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Isn't it a bit late for lunch break?

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[dulcisnuntius.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey Rory! The next time you turn around, you may notice a certain angel parked on the opposite arm of your bench. Wearing giant glasses. And staring.]

Hi, Rory.