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“ you look exhausted as all hell , doc . ”
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@neuroschief wasn’t long after a soft frown marked his face , it was an odd sight— seeing someone of the likes of john mactavish making such an expression but he had every right to . especially when it came to aleyna’s well - being , john always had a way with people so maybe he’d have the same in convincing the other to relax for once . on the other hand , lucky for them that frown seemed to only last a second as a genuine laugh escaped him softly after , paired with that same iconic smile . “ occasionally . though i’d argue that goin’ for the face is a worse encounter , more so for the other individual involved . ” his grin grew wider , almost feral and impish at the implications— john was a wild bastard himself . a spitfire many called him , burning so brightly even as he caused havoc for those who mess with him . with careful steps , the scot chose his following actions carefully by landing a pair of hands on her shoulders . “ jesus . speakin’ of high school.. you would’ve hated me in my high school days . ” if people thought john was wild now , they should’ve seen how he was back in his earlier youth— the man was even more of a force to be reckoned with , a rebel and a punk . “ then at least let me do the honors in assistin’ you tae less stressful avenues . even if it’s just for a little while , i don’t mind helpin’ none . ”
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@taskdemo, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ she leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, a soft sigh escaping her lips. although she tried her hardest to relax, every muscle in her body ached and screamed at her that they hurt, but they flat out refused to do what she wanted— what they wanted. chocolate brown hues looked over at the soldier, lips pursed into a thin line as she studied his features. while he was definitely bruised, it wasn’t as bad as she’d usually seen him. (and she’s has to give him stitches, many times.) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “i’m assuming not aiming for your face is rather lethal? you know, given how many times you’ve come here after you get home with cuts and scraps for days.” she hummed, sinking down further into her chair in hopes that would somehow help her relax. it did, just not as much as she would have liked it to. “i’d say high school.” she joked, although there wasn’t real humor behind it, just bitterness. “i don’t really have the time, work is.. incredibly stressful, and i take that home with me instead of leaving it there.”
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@neuroschief a pair of blue eyes watched carefully , there was also a tad bit of gentleness behind them— that often being the case whenever john looked at the other . between them always entailed an odd sense of leniency , an unspoken bond between the two . something that often needed no words . the scot soon let out a huff of amusement at hearing those words , a grin curling around his lips as a result . “ would hope so , was lucky enough the last bastard who tried me didn’t aim for the face this time . ” he replied , that bright and burning smile never seeming to fade no matter what went his way . almost like he phased through the pain itself . “ i’m nae doctor myself but i could figure out a solution . such as.. lettin’ yourself relax for once , cannae remember the last time you’ve ever done that . ”
