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I'll meet you at Jorge's in about twenty minutes.

（ not a kestrel, but sympathetic enough that he'll look the other way for it. ）

[stagethreeclinger]

yesss i love shady basement medic thing

[ that's all he sends before showing up at Jorge's, leaned against the doorframe in the back, a hand clutching his shoulder. sup, buddy, how you been? ]

[preseance]

（ gene cracks the door open enough to grab roy by the front of his shirt and haul him in. the door gets closed behind him, curtains are drawn, the lights are low. gene's got his medical kit slung over one shoulder and he's giving roy a rather withering look. ）

Why I got saddled with so many reckless idiots in this life of mine is beyond me.

（ he shoves roy down into a chair under a single, swinging lightbulb because they are definitely copping to some stereotypes right now. ）

I hope you smacked Bellamy in the mouth for this.

[stagethreeclinger]

[ wee, here we go. roy's tugged along by his shirt without any fight, shuffling along where he's dragged, until taking the shove to flop back heavily in the chair, limbs sprawling lazily. ]

Maybe you were a tax collector in a past life.

[ roy doesn't mind being a device to enact karma. leaning his head back, roy's eyes follow the swinging lightbulb as gene gets to work. ]

He'll have something coming. Maybe a shaved head in his sleep.