Post by Dr. Victor Whale on Jul 27, 2015 15:02:46 GMT
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[attr="class","kName"]DOCTOR VICTOR WHALE
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[attr="class","kLyrics"]Every time I try to save a life
someone else dies.
someone else dies.
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[attr="class","kTagtext"]Mary Margaret Blanchard
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Victor was in quite good -- and beautiful -- company right now. It was true that their last date hadn't exactly gone well, considering his inattention and the conversation of children throwing him off. But this time, would be different, even if their meeting was not planned, but rather, a run in. The poor woman looked sad, and he enjoyed seeing her smile. She had resigned her position from the hospital, and he had been worried that it was due to him and his... less than classy actions. He knew the gentlemanly thing to do would have been to call her and plan another date, and perhaps his arrogance was what concerned him as to her reasons from pulling from the hospital. Maybe after tonight he could her mind about that.
He ordered another drink for them, turning his head to look at her as they sat on the stools at the counter of Granny's Diner. "You know, I'm really glad I ran into you," he told her sincerely. "I did feel quite bad about how our last date ended." Without him calling. "So thank you for allowing me the opportunity to make it up to you now." She was clearly upset about something or another, and he hoped that he could distract her from it. Or well, if he couldn't then surely the drinks would help. She did after all say that he could buy her two... and something told him they wouldn't be stopping there.
Victor was in quite good -- and beautiful -- company right now. It was true that their last date hadn't exactly gone well, considering his inattention and the conversation of children throwing him off. But this time, would be different, even if their meeting was not planned, but rather, a run in. The poor woman looked sad, and he enjoyed seeing her smile. She had resigned her position from the hospital, and he had been worried that it was due to him and his... less than classy actions. He knew the gentlemanly thing to do would have been to call her and plan another date, and perhaps his arrogance was what concerned him as to her reasons from pulling from the hospital. Maybe after tonight he could her mind about that.
He ordered another drink for them, turning his head to look at her as they sat on the stools at the counter of Granny's Diner. "You know, I'm really glad I ran into you," he told her sincerely. "I did feel quite bad about how our last date ended." Without him calling. "So thank you for allowing me the opportunity to make it up to you now." She was clearly upset about something or another, and he hoped that he could distract her from it. Or well, if he couldn't then surely the drinks would help. She did after all say that he could buy her two... and something told him they wouldn't be stopping there.
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