Board Thread:Archive/@comment-24866242-20140529214149

Dante posted June 18, 1998 02:39 PM

It had been a busy morning for Dante. Six sprains, a minor fracture and aliments of all sorts. Still it was the kind of day he preferred. For one thing, it didn't give him any time for paperwork. He hated paperwork. Usually he started each day striving to avoid paperwork. Most days it didn't didn't work, however. Red, dear sweet Red. She was always there to remind him to maintain the files.

His thoughts were sidelined at the opening of the door. At the sight of Ilrea, Kat and Tilvos, he placed a wide, but very practiced smile on his face. It wasn't a fake smile. He was truly happy to see the trio. He just knew that any form of smile that showed his crocodile like teeth made most people uneasy.

"And how issss my favorite nurssse thisss morning?" Ilrea giggled and bounded towards him.

"Mommy says Tilvos needs a checkup!" In her normal exuberant way, she threw herself into the giant lizard-man's arms and hugged him tightly. Over her head, Dante saw Kat smile warmly and knew why. The kid didn't do this to many people. Hell, she barely talked to most. Dante felt very privalidged to have the little girl take to him so well.

Setting her back on her feet, he stood to his full 7' height, his double lidded eyes blinking several times. "Alright, nurssse. Go and get the tray so we can give our patient a proper checkup."

With a giggle, Ilrea scurried away. She didn't need to be told where the tray was. While Tilvos had been here, she had spent many hours helping Red and Dante take care of him. At first, Kat had been worried that she would be underfoot, but Red assured her that the little girl was being put to good work.

As rattling sounds and little girl humming came for the supply room, Kat stepped towards Dante and, pulling first the right side then the left of his lab coat opened, obviously trying to read his shirt. He had gained a reputation for slogan shirts and Kat was always curious what his billboard like chest would say next. As she got the full of the message, an eyebrow shot upwards and she began laughing.

The shirt itself was sleeveless under the lab coat and bright red, something that contrasted his reddish brown scales nicely. Across the chest, in small black letters were the words

"Joke'em if they can't take a fuck."

It had been a whim to wear it today. One of his I *REALLY* hate paperwork days. He was planning to flash the message to Red later in the evening when she began pushing him to the files in her calm, un-nagging way. Now, with Kat standing there laughing at it, the upcoming scene played in his mind and a sheepish grin, or rather would might possibly be translated into a sheepish grin, crossed his face.

He was saved from making any comment at that point as Ilrea carefully walked back in carrying the tray. "All ready Doctor." Her sweet, childish voice tried hard for the offical tone she had heard Red use so often.

"Thank you, nurssse. Now, if you will get the patient undressssed, we will procssseed."

Still chuckling, Dante slipped into his medical persona, giving the baby a throughough work up with Ilrea at his side.

((Author's note: The above mentioned T-shirt actually exists and the author still threatens to this day to wear it to work. ::grins:: And thanks to Jaq for the dare...you should *know* better by now, hon!))

[This message has been edited by Katrylle Morgahn (edited July 14, 2000).]

Katrylle Morgahn posted July 14, 2000 04:32 PM

(For any interested, I *did* wear the above mentioned t-shirt to work....at my exit interview when they layed off not only the entire department, but the entire office building a year ago. One of the best days of my life...::grins wickedly: ) 