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[lynx]

Ahhh, patients were exhausting--and it was only lunch time. The blond male stretched his form out and exited his office, three large chocolate milkshakes in his arms. Yes--he locked Mink in there with her food and water and other things because he did not wish for his curious kitty to get into trouble--again. Besides, there were crazy people wandering around and he didn't want ANY of them to mess with his cute precious baby kitty-cat! <3

Yet now Lynx's goal was clear-- Must. Meet. Co-workers. Dr. DeVrais was the nearest target in the office, and obviously seemed to be the best choice for this time! Sure, he had heard of the man, that he was a famous therapist from France and that he was also hard to get along with. That was okay! Lynx was quite used to difficult people. He did work with them pretty much every single day for the past four years... Almost five! Curious that Quack Shack had been... erm... hounding for him to come for three of those years. Only accepted because of Lissa...

A smile graced his features as he made his way to the door of his fellow doctor. A knock, then opened it and poked his head inside. "Hello Dr~ I was wondering if you'd like to have lunch with me today? I'm Dr. Katze..." Yes, he'd been here a month and had never seen the other man.

Hopefully the other didn't know his reputation of being a billionaire, slightly famous in his works (specially with that cannible case a few years back, ect.)... Smiles pleasently at the other male he saw there...

What an alien. The room? Black. White. No color. Oh my this man had problems, my, my. Lynx knew that this was going to be an interesting lunch, to say the least. Already the first sip of the chocolate frozen treat was given. Oh boy.

[VinnNAY]

[[MAN I CAN’T WRITE. CHEESE AWAYYYYY!!~~~]]

Let’s get one thing straight. Vincent doesn’t eat. He may be all Frenchie-doodle-doo, but the man suffers from an extreme case of not-liking-to-eat-itis. Just think about it. When you eat something like a wad un pain your saliva embroiders a sticky shell over it and turns it into a boucher avec un tampon. Metaphorically. I guess having no one like you can do stuff to you. Like pondering about things like this while opening and closing a cabinet door slowly to a rhythm of symphony 68. Nonetheless, Vincent found food as something to look at. Not to eat.

So the poor man was absolutely horrified to find that this Mr. ImmabettertherapistthanyoubecauseIknowhowtomakefriends, was asking him to go out to lunch. Absolutely appalled. He didn’t even make a lunch practice run. He was stuck in the amidst with no where to go. He’d have to wing it.

“Uhhh… Ouais-yeah,” Vincent stammered, cursing himself for his polite demeanor. He needed a What would America do Bracelet.

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[lynx]

First question. "Are you allowed to leave the premisis? I know of a lovely resturaunt that you'd possibly like... It's just a few minutes away from this facility and... It'd be my treat. There's booze~" Most people here quite liked their alchohol, perhaps that enticement would have the other more eager to go out with him?

Grins. He stepped further into the office and ushered the other on with strange motions of his body. Yes, he wasn't going to stop being strange until his fellow doctor submitted to his freindly will! "Oh, yes, you can call me Lynx, it's a little awkward to call one another 'Doctor' all the time, isn't it?"

If you could physically produce anime hearts in the real world, Lynx would be surrounded by them right about now, true story. It was a disturbing thing, a sight like no other to behold, but, he could do it!

Plus sunshine. And lollipops. Rainbows and many other things that caused happiness in people, especially little children. A gulp of chocolate was taken. He needed to keep his cool... This place just grated on his nerves.

(Space space space space space space space._

[VinnNAY]

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Of course Vincent was allowed to leave the premises. He was Vincent Fedor DeVrais for Christ’s sake! I mean, golly gosh. He goes through over thirty patients a day. That’s how absolutely talented he was. Or absolutely addicted to work. He even worked on Wednesday, a no-no en France. He also had bragging rights for being from somewhere that uses the Euro. Everyone knows the Euro is the superior currency. If they didn’t, he’d make them know.

The fact that there was alcohol at the restaurant didn’t help. After what happened with Diesel he promised himself that alcohol just gave him really bad nightmares. A nightmare for which he had lost his manginity. He shuddered at the thought. He needed another girlfriend ASAP.

“Then you can call me Vincent,” he said, copying the words Lynx was using to introduce himself. It wasn’t good to let others know you speak worse English than Nicolas Sarkozy.
“Or you could call me Dr. DeVrais… Et I would like to go, yes,” Vincent sounded like he needed a shot of penicillin and a loaded gun.

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[lynx]

Opens the door for the other as he was up and exiting with him. Closes the office afterwards. "I'll drive, is that alirght? Or would you perfer to follow me in your own car? It'd be more convinet in my own..." Nods to this information, walking beside the other and tossing the first milkshake empty containor away as they passed by a trash can. What a happy Lynx he was!

Second one would possibly be gone before the left the building. Frowns a little and tosses the second one away when convient, already working on the third. Waits for a response.

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[VinnNAY]

[[When I see the title of this board I think of Vincent and Lynx skipping hand in hand through a field of daisies.]]

“I do not have a car,” Vincent stated blankly. Yes, he walked everywhere. The loser. He knew how to drive. It was just… He(’s French) wasn’t used to it. He was hoping Lynx wouldn’t ask him to drive. He felt like he had to say yes to everything when he talked to him.

Vincent was about to ask his fellow coworker if he had a strange eating disorder or had hyperthyroidism but instead he was pondering about his strange name. “Is Lynx your… real name?” He asked. The man’s overwhelming amount of happiness enflamed him and it came off as almost offensive or even deranged. Probably a good thing, though, he was a therapist after all. How did the guy hold three drinks at once, anyways. Maybe he was dying and was on the stage of denial. Vincent was about to ask him if he was dying. But figured if he was correct he would, well, deny it.


I WANT CAKE. BUT I CAN'T HAVE CAKE. MY LIFE SUCKS. BLA BLA BLA.

[lynx]

"Then my car it is." Smile. Grins at the other and of course leads him to the parking lot. A grin still in place as he ventured to his bright ferrari. "Ah, yes. It is. It's the name on my birth certificate too, actually... If you don't believe me it is in my file." Smile. Smile. Bright sunshine. Ah, the other wasn't much of a conversationalist, was he? Throws away the last shake and is at his car. Politely opens the door and waits for the other to get in. When he was positive the man was fully in, he closed it.

Now within the driver's side, he was glad he had a clicker to unlock doors. Entering in the car, he started it automatically before pushing the key in and turning it. Ah, beautiful sound of the engine revving up! Grins at the other now with a pleasent look. Buckles himself in, makes sure the other is too. Starts to back out.

"Alright... Shall we go now? Are you prepared?" Warning! Warning! Lynx was a crazy ass American driver.

He already took off! Speeds away, with a grin passing his lips. Chuckles and drives out of the parking lot--his tires squealing!

"So, how long have you been working?"

[VinnNAY]

This man farted rainbows and pissed magic. It was upsetting to Vincent who could only stand so much happiness in one day. Maybe that’s why he chose to work around depressed and troubled people all day. He fit in so well. Nonetheless the glee was disrupting his mental flow.

These thoughts were interrupted as he was flung straight into a window probably shattering every bone in his fragile body. Maybe he should at the least drink milk. “Y-you must be American,” Vincent stated, trying to smile and hook himself onto the seat. Vincent shouldn’t smile. Creep. “I-I mean your accent is… American. N-nothing to do with your driving…”

His wide eyes by this point were opened to their complete extent. He wasn’t used to such a G-force but he was trying his best to just casually latch himself onto any alcove or protrusion near him. “I have-” Speed bump “Worked ‘ere-” old lady in the street, “Long enough to be traumatized and sexually assaulted.”

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[lynx]

Oh yeah--was beating him up with the car. Yep, totally his intent. A grin came to his features as he continued driving. Pasues.

"Yes, I'm an American--and you're French, by accent at least." Smiles at him, eyes off the road. Almost hit a dog there. Pulls into the parking lot without much incident, parking perfectly. "I'm sorry... It seems that this occupation is quite the hazardous one, hm?" He was smiling just slightly now, and exited the car. He opened the door for the other, how kind of him to do. Lets the other out of the car before a smile graced his lips again, shutting said door. Locks the ridiculous car.

Leads the way. "I presume you have much to tell me about the facility we work in and the occupational hazards~?" Oh boy...

They entered the obviously five-starred resturant. Pompus, high-class, ect. There was a butler there or whatever at the podium. "Reservation?" The waiter man asked Lynx.

"Yes... Dr. Katze, for two." A nod was what Lynx got, and they were led to the appropriate seating, one of the best places in the entire fancy resturant afterall!

There was already a large chocolate shake on one side for Lynx. Pulls out the chair on the opposite side for the other. When he set down, he pushed him in easily. Takes his place on the other side and scoots in. Waits for the other to start talking.