Sure why not.

Well since he asked.

"Hmm, wet me all you want, it just gives me an excuse to undress."

"Yeah, else you wouldn't be so afraid."

"Afraid I might get competition Mr McCollum?"

"Then go to the beach naked, I'm sure we can find a place."

Blink blink, "and I just think your outfit would look lovely on the examination room floor."

"Oh... How tragic."

"Why not? Even I have one around somewhere."

"Mr McCollum not inviting me to the beach? How awful."

"I'm a doctor, I'm here to listen not to judge." Despite everything he seemed to follow along rather contently. He didn't even seem on edge as they moved from city to trainyard. Once they arrived he'd give a content little hum stepping in after him. "Quaint." He'd say as he took a seat somewhere

"It looks like it."

"Is Mr McCollum having a panic attack?"

"Remember, amputation isn't cheap."

Rolls out of bed,

"and what exactly is it?"

Blink blink, "Sensitive topic?"

"Got to ask you something" @eldritchcurator.bsky.social "The hell's the inky?"

"I should probably ask Max about that.'

"Well this is the first time I've not seen you pantless and wet."

"At least you're wearing pants this time."

"He's upset over something."

//caaaaaaaaan i just say if I don't see an age indicator or at least a mdni on your profile I probably won't respond

"and?"

"The inky?"

//man all these new followers I'm scared

Smile.

Slams the entire hotdog back in one go.

"Observer." Clicks a button on his cybernetic hand and... He's cooking the hotdog.

Takes out a hotdog.

"Hey want to see a magic trick?"

"I suppose so."

"Not that I'm chubby."

"Well, yes."

"Who? What?"

"I'd bed him."

"Do I even still have a flag."

Perhaps I need to do some more prep work...

It's not about love he has no idea what you charge something like Max

"I don't charge you anyway "

"No I'm afraid I don't do discounts this month stop asking."

"Blood sausage is fine with me," The doctor will let go, slowly but letting his fingers run all the way along until it reaches the very end. "Ah oktoberfest, the amount of alcohol poisoning I deal with."

"Glad to see we're all getting busy this sunday."

𝘼 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧.

"You can't, thats the problem with 'i'm gonna fucking die diease'."

"Well that's whats going to happen, sorry."

"Well, shitting yourself to death isn't an ideal way to go."

"In a sense."

"I feel sorry for the woods."

Unscrewing a flask and knocking it back.