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Junpei Yoshino, 19

"If there was a button that killed everyone I hated, I probably wouldn't press it ... but if there was a button that killed everyone who hated me, I'd press it without hesitation."

 

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[moondregs]

I'm not sure what there is to enlighten you on. I'm spending time around people. I got a job.

[princess_of_ida]

What your new plan is. You made it sound like it was something more important than just attempting to be a normal social guy.

What's your job?

[moondregs]

That’s a pretty big difference from how I was living before. Sorry it’s not more interesting for you.

I’m a doctor’s assistant.

[princess_of_ida]

Magda?

[moondregs]

No. House-sensei.

[princess_of_ida]

[Oh. House. Great.]

Enjoying the condescending sarcasm?

[moondregs]

He’s honest. I don’t mind it, actually. It’s … refreshing.

[princess_of_ida]

If you say so. I find him arrogant and unpleasant.

[Pot meet kettle.]

But he can be entertaining.

[moondregs]

I can see how some people would feel that way.

But he’s helped me a lot.

[ The slightest, barely noticeable hint of warmth tinges Junpei’s usual monotone inner voice. Oops. ]

[princess_of_ida]

[Oops indeed. Ianthe was not the kind of person to slip up like that around. She catalogued the affection - what else could it be from this guy - for future use.]

I'm sure he has.

...so what do you do as his assistant? Just like carry shit around for him when he makes his rounds?

[moondregs]

That, fetch things for him, assist with medical procedures, watch the clinic if he needs to step out …

[ Or, you know, just not show up. ]

It’s a lot of work for one person to just do on their own.

[princess_of_ida]

So you're a nurse.

[moondregs]

Yes? And?

[princess_of_ida]

Just making sure. I hope he doesn't have you running around in one of those outfits claiming it's professional dress.

[moondregs]

[ Bullseye!

Junpei takes way too long to reply. There’s some of the telepathic equivalent of stammering before … ]

I agreed to it. It’s much more modest than the kind of outfit that’s popular around here anyway.

[princess_of_ida]

[Wow. Ianthe hadn't expected to be RIGHT. She'd just been teasing.]

...you do realize that a man thirty years older than you is having you wear fetish clothing under the pretense of it being a work uniform. That's some kinky fucked up shit. And that's saying something, coming from me.

[moondregs]

It’s not … ! You’re looking too deeply into it. It’s not fetish clothing! It covers more than what most of the patients that come in are wearing.

[princess_of_ida]

[You sweet summer child.]

I don't think you understand what a fetish really is, but I don't feel like explaining it to you. Ask someone else not named House.

[moondregs]

I won’t. Because it’s not. If you’re so upset about it don’t come by the clinic. Nobody else seems to care.

[princess_of_ida]

I'm not upset - just surprised. Someone else will get upset over it. You're an adult now; wear whatever you want to.

[moondregs]

I will. Thanks for your permission.

[ On some level, Junpei knows what the outfit is. Knew already.

He just also likes the kind of attention it gets him.

One of those parts of himself he isn’t ready to acknowledge yet. For now, he’ll cling to his excuses. ]

[princess_of_ida]

You're welcome. [Have fun being an old man's fetish.]

I've got to give my full attention to what I'm doing now, so go entertain yourself. I'll be busy. I know - huge loss.

[And this has been another edition of Deep Thoughts by Ianthe Tridentarius.]