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Post by lynx on Jul 1, 2009 21:49:55 GMT -5
Katze stood shakily, and stumbled his way to the door, opening it. A smile to his lips. "I will see you in three days, Xander... I hope you won't wish death upon me when I'm under the knife..." Smile. Smile.
He waited for the other to leave so he could bolt off.
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Post by .xander;; on Jul 1, 2009 22:07:10 GMT -5
a little aggravated that katze avoided his question, xander got up with a quiet and short-lived growl. he remembered vaguely being told as a child that his cousin had died after tonsil surgery, mostly because the surgeon who’d done the job was a dumbshit and hadn’t stitched her up properly. so basically, his parents had to explain to a six-year-old that his relative of the same age had drowned in her own blood.
that had made him sad, but at the thought of that happening to katze, he smiled.
but that was the wolf’s mindset, not his, and he immediately felt terrible about having even thought it. sure, he hated the psychiatrist, but he didn’t deserve to die.
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