The Host drops by Dr. Iplier’s clinic for a bandage fix and to ask a favor.
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“Wilford Warfstache, would you please sit down for your check up? The faster you let me do what I need to, the faster you can get away from the clinic. I’ve known you too damn long for you to still being pulling this kind of stuff.” Doctor Iplier’s voice entails this is a dispute that’s been going on for a while, and Host has to bite back a laugh. Poor thing always has had a hard time with Wilford.
“Doctor, the Host believes he has come at an inopportune moment.” The Host’s voice seems to startle the doctor, who whips around to face the Host with wide eyes. When he finally focuses in on the other ego he lets out a nervous laugh, wringing his hands together as he often does when he’s anxious. When the Host still went by the name Author, the Doctor did far less hand wringing. Perhaps the Host is the one to make him so anxious? Curious. The Host tilts his head to one side and the doctor’s hands finally still.“Host! No- it’s- well, yes, it is a poor time.” The doctor admits, grimacing as Wilford knocks something over behind them. “I’m sorry, I know I said to just drop by whenever but–”
“This is a perfect time, Hosty my boy!” Wilford invites himself abruptly into the conversation, and while Doc could have sworn he had just been by the cabinets he’s suddenly right next to the Host. The Host does not flinch, instead gives Wilford a cold smile until the pink ego moves away a pace. “I was just leaving!”
“You were not!” Doctor Iplier tries to insist, but too late. Warfstache is gone. Poor, poor Doctor Iplier, Host tries not to look too amused as he thinks it. The doctor seems to know of his amusement anyway, judging by the look he casts to the other ego.
Doctor’s Appointment
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