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Oh sorry I didn't realize you guys had something planned, don't worry about it XD I was going to have Connor offer to donate one of his hi-larious shirts to cheer Hob up
Justric, want Hob and Connor to bump into each other? XD
Edit: OH GOD TYPO'S WHY!?
Edit: OH GOD TYPO'S WHY!?
Guys! We have reached 301 pages in the rp's google doc! 
Your post was great Igraine! :D Help Hob get some peace and quiet!
I can't wait to see your other posts! Hope my last Connor interaction with Devika was alright
I can't wait to see your other posts! Hope my last Connor interaction with Devika was alright
I just realized
I think I need to feed Connor XD dude has only have one donut this entire time and it's like past lunch now?
I think I need to feed Connor XD dude has only have one donut this entire time and it's like past lunch now?
talk about getting your head examined
It was :) Much appreciated
What up my people?
Lil thank you for the posts on the RPG's facebook page :)
Please send all of my thanks and love to Mahz ^_^
Lil thank you for the posts on the RPG's facebook page :)
Please send all of my thanks and love to Mahz ^_^
Testing 1, 2, 3 testing
^_^ Hey Drakel!
^_^ Hey Drakel!
Connor frowned at the change in Devika’s demeanor, she seemed to be having a pretty strong reaction to his situation. That worried him because he didn’t understand why she would care that much. It was probably because she was a caring person and even if he wasn’t officially her patient, she felt all of her patients. Even brief one’s like him.
The paranoid part of him wondered if she was upset for another reason, only one she knew.
“I don’t intend on letting them bully me.” He assured her, accepting the green squeeze ball. He looked down at it and winced when she started to clean the wound. He merely shook his head at her inquiries about pain and focused down on the ball.
As she worked he squeezed it with every sting of pain while also sucking in a deep breath through his nose.
It hurt, but he could put up with it. He’d broken his knuckles on engines before, the small cut on his arm didn’t hurt as much as broken bones.
Once again he grew silent while she worked, not knowing what to say. Though he was glad that she wouldn’t be pressing him to his MRI appointment. It was bad enough he was wasting time here getting stitched up rather than working.
When Devika was finished he found that he had overestimated how long it would take to patch him up. It hadn’t taken that long at all and now he didn’t have to worry about bleeding all over the mining pods engine.
Once the last bandage was tucked he jumped off of the examination table and turned to Devika with a small grin. “Huh, that wasn’t too bad at all.” He said, setting the stress ball back on the examination table. “Thanks for putting up with me and taking care of my arm. I’ll go ahead and get out of your hair.”
He spoke while walking toward the door, giving her a small wave. “Thanks again.” He said again before slipping out the door and then breaking into a jog to head back to Hangar Six. It wasn't because he was running away from Devika, but rather he just really needed to get back to work.
The paranoid part of him wondered if she was upset for another reason, only one she knew.
“I don’t intend on letting them bully me.” He assured her, accepting the green squeeze ball. He looked down at it and winced when she started to clean the wound. He merely shook his head at her inquiries about pain and focused down on the ball.
As she worked he squeezed it with every sting of pain while also sucking in a deep breath through his nose.
It hurt, but he could put up with it. He’d broken his knuckles on engines before, the small cut on his arm didn’t hurt as much as broken bones.
Once again he grew silent while she worked, not knowing what to say. Though he was glad that she wouldn’t be pressing him to his MRI appointment. It was bad enough he was wasting time here getting stitched up rather than working.
When Devika was finished he found that he had overestimated how long it would take to patch him up. It hadn’t taken that long at all and now he didn’t have to worry about bleeding all over the mining pods engine.
Once the last bandage was tucked he jumped off of the examination table and turned to Devika with a small grin. “Huh, that wasn’t too bad at all.” He said, setting the stress ball back on the examination table. “Thanks for putting up with me and taking care of my arm. I’ll go ahead and get out of your hair.”
He spoke while walking toward the door, giving her a small wave. “Thanks again.” He said again before slipping out the door and then breaking into a jog to head back to Hangar Six. It wasn't because he was running away from Devika, but rather he just really needed to get back to work.
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