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[OOM:The clinic isn’t always just runny noses and sore throats.]

The door bangs open, and a doctor enters. She’s looking particularly murderous today, jaw clenched and lab coat flaring almost dramatically behind her as she strides her way blindly into the Bar, the abrupt change of surroundings not really registering until she nearly trips over one of the waitrats, who thankfully manages to dodge out of the way in the nick of time.

The waitrat gets a startled apology, and Thirteen settles in a seat whilst trying to reign in her righteous anger.

[Open 'till it falls off]

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The carrot stick gets a startled blink, and slowly the doctor's gaze shifts from he carrot stick to the boy holding the object in question. Some of her apparent anger seems to evaporate as she shakes her head at the boy.

"No, thank you. You keep it."

Edited 2009-01-09 19:42 (UTC)

"Aw, okay."

There's a snapping sort of crunch, as he brings the carrot stick back towards himself and takes a bite out of it. With that done, he casually slides into a chair, relaxing back against it. (If he thinks it potentially impolite to just flop down at a table someone else is already at, he certainly doesn't look like it.)

"Not hungry?" he inquires, occasionally nibbling at his food a bit more.

The question receives another negative shake of the head from the doctor.

"Not really."

"Mmmmm."

The vague, affirmative sound and small nod that the bunny-boy gives in response to this probably don't mean anything. He's just busy finishg off the rest of the stick he was working at - and, then, when it's gone, he looks back up and folds one arm over the other, both resting on the tabletop in front of him.

"Oh, well...anyway, I'm Momiji. What's your name?"

He can't help but be a pest, sometimes. Alas.

"Thirteen."

The nickname rolls off her tounge easily, and she offers the boy a small smile.

"Nice to meet you, Momiji"

She mangles his name only slightly, please bear with her.

"...Your name's Thirteen?"

The blonde looks like he's trying to decide whether that's cool or just pretty weird. And, after a moment, he tries it out in the different languages he knows, mumbling it in his native Japanese again, then in German, then in English, though how many of these the translation magics of the Bar change to make understandable may vary. Apparently, this method settles the question for him, as he finally gives a dramatic, brief bounce of his head up and down and beams.

"Neat!"

His entheusiasim causes her to laugh softly and she leans forward, bracing her arms against the table.

"It's a nickname I got from work."

"Ohhh. So, your name's not really Thirteen."

Momiji laughs back, somewhere between a snicker and a giggle, shaking his head at the doctor.

"You're not really unlucky, are you?"

Given the white coat, which suggests that she's either some kind of scientist or some kind of doctor, this would be particularly bad.

"It's the number I was assigned when I was applying for my job, it's just kinda stuck."

"Ahh. That makes sense."

A look of realization dawns on the small teen's face, and he nods once more, looking quite amused. Nicknames are fun! Except, he doesn't have any, unless one counts "brat," maybe.

"What's your job?"

They are, which is probably why House let this particular one stick, too many (un)lucky jokes to pass up.

"I'm a doctor, I work in the diagnostics department in a hospital."

Edited 2009-01-09 22:19 (UTC)

"Wow. I figured, from the coat and everything. But you could've been like a mad scientist, too, so!"

Momiji thinks that it's significantly more likely that any scientist in the Bar is mad than otherwise. It just makes more sense, that way.

"I like doctors," he chirps simply. "My cousin Hatori's one! Except he's not like a big, hospital doctor or anything. He's just a family doctor, kind of."

Of course, it's possible that he'd like doctors less if he'd ever met one like, say, House. When your only encounters with them are bopping over next door for a quick check-up, every few months, after which you get to swipe snacks from the physician in question's kitchen, they're easy to like!

Thirteen smiles indulgently at the yound teen's chattering.

"I worked in a family clinic for a while, too, before I worked in the hospital."

Chattering is what Momiji does.

"Oh - I didn't mean like that. He just only works for people in the Sohma family. He's kind of weird, like that."

It's more a case of the Sohma family being weird like that than Hatori, but that's just a technical point, really.

"What's working in a hospital like? I've never been to one."

"It can get pretty busy and hectic, but it's rewarding in it's own way, saving lives."

Edited 2009-01-09 22:59 (UTC)

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