🧊 Dr. Iceberg:
Dr. Iceberg sighed and plopped heavily down into one of the couches, kicking up his feet onto the coffee table and beginning to massage his temple slowly. "I didn't sleep worth a shit last night.." He whined, his eyes half-open, staring at the floor. "My air conditioner is busted and it was hot in my room, couldn't sleep."
Dr. Iceberg sighed and plopped heavily down into one of the couches, kicking up his feet onto the coffee table and beginning to massage his temple slowly. "I didn't sleep worth a shit last night.." He whined, his eyes half-open, staring at the floor. "My air conditioner is busted and it was hot in my room, couldn't sleep."
"Sounds rough." The younger doctor replied dismissively from a different couch, not looking up from a book he was reading before taking a sip of his coffee.
🧊 Dr. Iceberg:
Dr. Iceberg sighed, glancing up from the floor and to the side.
The silence in the room was very thick, expected for the time of day it was, and Dr. Iceberg was struggling to make smalltalk, as usual.
Dr. Iceberg sighed, glancing up from the floor and to the side.
The silence in the room was very thick, expected for the time of day it was, and Dr. Iceberg was struggling to make smalltalk, as usual.
"Has anyone fed the subjects today or is that my job now?" Laru complains. He seems in an especially bad mood today, ditching his usual level of sass to something slightly more direct.
🍻 Dr. Bloomsbury:
Just as Iceberg was getting ready to answer the question, Dr. Bloomsbury kicked open the door, toast in his mouth, paperwork tucked underneath one arm and his cowboy-styled hat in his other hand. Dr. Bloomsbury threw the paperwork on shelf nearby and then spoke up, grabbing the toast out of his mouth. "Oh, quit your bitchin' Ponytail. I fed the first half before you two were even up and at' em." He said, before taking a bite of the toast, using his other hand to put his hat on. "The other half is up to someone else." He stated, crunching on his toast in-between sentences.
He plopped down onto the couch beside Dr. Iceberg, the couch dipping slightly on how broad and heavy he was. "Can be you, Laru, or you Iceberg, or someone else, I don't give a fuck."
Dr. Bloomsbury was as sailor-mouthed as always.
Just as Iceberg was getting ready to answer the question, Dr. Bloomsbury kicked open the door, toast in his mouth, paperwork tucked underneath one arm and his cowboy-styled hat in his other hand. Dr. Bloomsbury threw the paperwork on shelf nearby and then spoke up, grabbing the toast out of his mouth. "Oh, quit your bitchin' Ponytail. I fed the first half before you two were even up and at' em." He said, before taking a bite of the toast, using his other hand to put his hat on. "The other half is up to someone else." He stated, crunching on his toast in-between sentences.
He plopped down onto the couch beside Dr. Iceberg, the couch dipping slightly on how broad and heavy he was. "Can be you, Laru, or you Iceberg, or someone else, I don't give a fuck."
Dr. Bloomsbury was as sailor-mouthed as always.
🧊 Dr. Iceberg:
"Bruce, please." Dr. Iceberg sighed, adjusting himself on the seat, thanks to the dip that Dr. Bloomsbury sitting down made. "Can you stop being so aggressive for just one day? Plus, Mine's in a bad mood too, we all are, I didn't get the best of sleep myself." Dr. Iceberg fixed his glasses and leaned forward a little, resting his elbows on his knees. Dr. Iceberg then cracked a smile and laughed, "Also, you busted in here looking like an anime student late for school. Toast in your mouth like that." He noted.
"Bruce, please." Dr. Iceberg sighed, adjusting himself on the seat, thanks to the dip that Dr. Bloomsbury sitting down made. "Can you stop being so aggressive for just one day? Plus, Mine's in a bad mood too, we all are, I didn't get the best of sleep myself." Dr. Iceberg fixed his glasses and leaned forward a little, resting his elbows on his knees. Dr. Iceberg then cracked a smile and laughed, "Also, you busted in here looking like an anime student late for school. Toast in your mouth like that." He noted.
🍻 Dr. Bloomsbury:
"Oh piss off, Ice Cube." Dr. Bloomsbury rolled all three of his eyes, eating on the toast. "Hooray, we're all in a bad mood." He spat, sarcastically.
"Oh piss off, Ice Cube." Dr. Bloomsbury rolled all three of his eyes, eating on the toast. "Hooray, we're all in a bad mood." He spat, sarcastically.
"I'll let you two four-eyes bicker. It's giving me a headache." He says as he stands up from his seat and walks to the door. "And I know you're just jealous of this ponytail, cowboy. Bet you couldn't be responsible or patient enough to grow it out this far." He says before the door loudly closes behind him.
🍻 Dr. Bloomsbury:
Dr. Bloomsbury stood up from the couch, already done with his toast, his coat (which he was currently rolling up the sleeves of) covered in toast crumbs.
He was getting ready to follow Dr. Laru and clock him.
Dr. Bloomsbury stood up from the couch, already done with his toast, his coat (which he was currently rolling up the sleeves of) covered in toast crumbs.
He was getting ready to follow Dr. Laru and clock him.
🧊 Dr. Iceberg:
Dr. Iceberg stood up and yanked on Dr. Bloomsbury's coat to get him to sit back down. "Bruce, no, stop it, you big clod." Dr. Iceberg sighed rather loudly.
Thankfully, Dr. Bloomsbury didn't continue and sat back down, grumbling underneath his breath.
Dr. Iceberg stood up and yanked on Dr. Bloomsbury's coat to get him to sit back down. "Bruce, no, stop it, you big clod." Dr. Iceberg sighed rather loudly.
Thankfully, Dr. Bloomsbury didn't continue and sat back down, grumbling underneath his breath.
Laru grinned out of the door, his oddly sharp, shark like teeth shining before he hurries on his way.
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