paradisa | (no subject)

[ This face. ]

[a sigh]

Well I'm afraid that you should have given me more warning, since I'm hardly suited for company right now. [MY LUNCH IS GETTING COLD]

Thanks for the invitation, but I wasn't planning on staying long.

Oh?

Watson sent me. Clinic needs someone to be the muscle.

Really?

I can think of better things to lie about. Like that ponytail doesn't make you look like a teenage girl.

[an annoyed noise]

Then why didn't John come himself or contact me over the journal?

Said I could use the air.

See, that's a lie.

Yes, I know. You lie a lot.

Call it a gift.

More like a curse, you mean.

To some.

To yourself.

[And he's moving like he's about to shut the door. Did you really think he was going to make this easy?]

[ He slams a hand against the door to keep it open. ]

[He'll stop since he rather not crush your hand]

What?

You haven't answered.

What? John's offer to be muscle at the clinic?

[ He waits. ]

[a short pause before he speaks]

It's a very nice offer of...John. In fact it's very flattering that he thought of me.

But...I'm not interested in being only muscle. The reason I came to the clinic in the first place is because I wanted to learn how to save people using more than just muscle. And while I understand that someone needs to do those sorts of tasks in the clinic, and it is respectable work...for me, doing only that...

[He'll look straight at House]

So I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'll have to decline.

Edited 2012-08-05 00:21 (UTC)

Fine. What about a residency?

A residency?

Under who, exactly?

I need an assistant.

[an eyebrow raise]

Do you?

I could use a walker.