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[spelleton]

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"Greetings, you've reached Ekkehardt Gehring. If you're listening to this, I'm probably busy. Try again later, or leave a message."

EKKEHARDT GEHRING
UN: HEMLOCK

STATUS: Graduate/TA. School nurse assistant.

ACCOLADES: I graduated from this academy 22 years ago. I've been rather boring otherwise.

BIO: I'm here to help treat whatever injuries you children can't just bounce back from. Try not to get into trouble.

© TESSISAMESS

Comments

[strings_theory]

[Goddammit, she's sighing again.]

Toki, come on, this seriously isn't a big deal, I promise you. Already told you I'm not mad, just gotta figure some shit out so this doesn't happen again in the future.

[She's trying, okay.]

[yokeye]

[It's not a big deal to Jolyne, but it is to him. It's not because he think she's angry. It's because he continues to hurt people, whether by accident or emotionally, or on purpose in moments of impulsive and very bad decisions. It just keeps happening. But he's calmed down enough to block that out for now.

Panic has now given way to embarrassment, and he slowly emerges half-way from the blankets. He's not dressed and there's bite marks on his neck, and scratches and bruises in various places.]

I'm okay. I just... I panicked. [Obviously.] It's fine, Ekkehardt! And I'm fine and you can go back to your office now!

[spelleton]

[ He'd raise an eyebrow if that was a thing possible to do. As it is, he keeps any comments to himself; it's the work of a moment to fix those small bruises and scrapes without a single change of expression or any indication that this might be embarrassing for anyone in the room. ]

If there's anything else you require, feel free to drop by the infirmary later.

[ If nobody has any objections, he'll just politely take his leave. ]