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Laru slept well, proud of his long day of hard work. He stirs his coffee with a proud, satisfied smile on his face. Finally, this place is getting things done with him around. All these doctors... Too emotional, too scared to treat these... Things like they deserve to be treated. This is a testing facility, a prison to detain these monsters, not a daycare. He relishes that feeling. Once again, he is the smart one. Once again, he aces every test. Once again, he is superior.

He moves his mug to his lips and takes a sip, this cup tasting sweeter than usual.
๐ŸงŠ Dr. Iceberg:
Dr. Iceberg entered the Doctor's Lounge, bags underneath his eyes, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. It seems his Air Conditioning still hadn't been fixed in his room and didn't get good sleep. He also had been having bad dreams.

"G'mornin'" He said to Dr. Laru, without even looking at him, not realizing who it was.

Dr. Iceberg went to the water cooler, grabbed a mug and poured it in his cup, then drinking it.
"You seem like you didn't sleep well, Dr. Iceberg. Are you feeling alright?" Laru asks. "I can handle your projects today if you wish, it is bad to work here with a lack of sleep. Imagine if 5000 suddenly developed a taste for human meat."
๐ŸงŠ Dr. Iceberg:
"No.. No I can.." He murmured, setting his cup down, before he realized who was talking to him. He turned his head to look at Dr. Laru, a wide-eyed, blank stare on his face.

His heart was beating fast, he didn't know why.
And his muscles tensed, he didn't know why.

"Oh, Dr. Laru." He said, in a calm voice, but it seemed forced.

He remembered.

He did know why.
"Yes, that is my name. Is something wrong, Doctor Iceberg? You seem a bit agitated." He says. "Maybe you have some health problems... You should see a... doctor." He says with a grin at his own joke.
๐ŸงŠ Dr. Iceberg:
Something came over him, a feeling he hadn't felt before. He took a few slow steps, and before he knew it, his slow, short steps, turned into quick, sprinting ones.

And without a second thought, he swung his arm and his fist, and clocked the shit out of Dr. Laru in his face, probably causing Dr. Laru's nose to begin bleeding.
Laru stands tall, seeming almost unphased.

"Dr. Iceberg, what is the meaning of this?! I have never done you any harm. You should be the mature one here." He says, his face showing anger. "I will let this go unreported if you stop now. Otherwise I am sure it will cost you your job. Assaulting a fellow doctor not tolerated whatsoever. You should know this."
๐ŸงŠ Dr. Iceberg:
Dr. Iceberg's vision blurred for a moment, his head throbbing. But he blocked it out, "I could hear how you were treating him!" He spat, his voice shaking with anger.
It seemed his anger was only fueled further by his mind bringing him back to the sounds of Whystle's resist towards Dr. Laru's action.

(Whystle sobbed out, "I don't.. I don't want to.."
Whystle's voice cracked, "Please no..")


Dr. Iceberg's heart was thumping hard, his face was red.
"Are you upset with me doing what I was asked to do on Whystle?" He asks. "I was simply being efficient. Would you prefer I whispered into his ear and held his hand? Do you know how long that takes? Besides, why do you care? It's a subject. It's not your kid, it's not anyone's kid. At least Bloombury has a reason. We are here to do our jobs, not take care of children. And just because your mind is incapable to fully grasp what that means doesn't mean you may attack people who can. Now walk away before I get you fired. You should have expected this before you even got here."
๐ŸงŠ Dr. Iceberg:
Dr. Iceberg's voice cracked, "I would have preferred that! I took all the time I could to make sure Whystle felt safe, and you fucked it up!"
"And why do I care? Because he's just a child!" Dr. Iceberg grabbed a clipboard off the table and threw it in Dr. Laru's direction in attempts of hitting him.
๐Ÿ—ƒ๏ธ Dr. Falsone:
Dr. Falsone had just walked in when Dr. Iceberg threw the clipboard towards Dr. Laru, and he had no clue what was going on, except for they were fighting. "Hey! Cut it out you two!" Dr. Falsone shouted, not even knowing what was going on, he just knew he wanted it to stop.
"I did nothing to him. He came and started attacking me out of nowhere. Look at his lack of any bruises or scars." He says. "Look at yourself now, Iceberg. You're throwing things like a toddler. All because you're sad I did my job. The higher ups will be hearing about this. Apologize now and I will consider keeping my mouth shut. I'm mature enough to do so, unlike someone else."
๐ŸงŠ Dr. Iceberg:
"I'mgonnastranglehisdumbass-" Dr. Iceberg said before he was held back by Dr. Falsone.
๐Ÿ—ƒ๏ธ Dr. Falsone:
Dr. Falsone wrapped his arms around Dr. Iceberg's waist and placed his chin on Dr. Iceberg's shoulder. "Stop, stop.. Calm down.." He said softly.

"Whatever it is, it can be solved without violence.."

"Just let it go, okay?" Dr. Falsone quietly added.
Laru finished the rest of his coffee and started to walk out of the room to make the report. He gave him plenty of opportunities. He isn't going to tolerate this.
๐ŸงŠ Dr. Iceberg:
Dr. Iceberg's heart beats slowly steadied. His eyes narrowed, glaring at Dr. Laru, but then the expression softened, but not because of Dr. Laru, but because of Dr. Falsone.
๐Ÿ—ƒ๏ธ Dr. Falsone:
Dr. Falsone kept his arms gently around Dr. Iceberg's waist. "See? Just let it go.." He kept speaking to him.
๐ŸงŠ Dr. Iceberg:
Dr. Iceberg wanted to chase down Dr. Laru and beat his ass, but.. He didn't really mind being held by Dr. Falsone either, so he stayed, silently still angry at Dr. Laru.

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