[ He's the only Doctor she likes. Despite the title. And it's strange and confusing to her, because she doesn't like doctors, doesn't like that this is his name. But he's spindly and kind and funny, so she has a hard time pushing him away. And instead, here she is. ]
No. I was just... asleep. And then I was here. I don't like it here much.
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No. I was just... asleep. And then I was here. I don't like it here much.
[ A beat. ]
Are you. All right, eh?
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[ That gets another huff of laughter.
And, well, Sedorum leaves quite a lot to be desired, truthfully, but he doesn't let that affect the sound of his voice. ]
Now. You've said you were asleep and then you woke up? Here? Here in Sedorum, then?
[ He hopes not, but.
(Talk about the absolute worst wake-up call.) ]
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[ She wrinkles her nose, even though he can't see it. ]
It's like... Chica-Go. Just... worse.
[ She's been to Chicago once and admittedly only seen the seedy underbelly of it. The dirt, grime and crime. ]
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[ Yes, he'd be wrinkling his nose too. ]
It's very dark, and it's always a bit wet, isn't it? The sort of wet that starts to feel uncomfortable.
[ His voice softens just a little. ]
You shouldn't be here. I don't know what Taeum is like, but this place ... no, no.