day two: seeking manager

[atrophied]

Who: Clinic peoples
What: Lockdown: Day Two
When: Today!
Where: The clinic

[ Still here | Passport wanted | Looking for entertainment | Burning food | Feel free to come up with your own sections if you wish! ]

Comments

[polar]

[A few feet away, Korra's sitting against said wall and twirling a finger, making the IV solutions in a nearby bag swirl around. She's bored, too. Can you tell? The soccer ball gets a glance.]

What's that?

[modernholmes]

A ball. [He catches the ball on the top of his foot and kicks it up to bounce on his head.]

[polar]

Clearly. [Her expression sours a bit. Little brat.]

[modernholmes]

[His expression is shifting towards smugness.]

You asked.

[polar]

And you knew what I meant. [She raises her hand and flicks it, causing an ice cube to fly from the ice machine across the room and hit the ball so it misses his head.]

[modernholmes]

How should I know that? I'm just a kid. [He twists and bounces the ball off his knee.]

[polar]

That's not an excuse to play dumb.

[modernholmes]

Who said I was playing dumb?

[polar]

Your expression said so.

[modernholmes]

Oh, did it? Maybe you were misreading.

[polar]

[Man this kid's a brat.]

I doubt it, twerp.

[modernholmes]

That's mean, isn't it? As an adult, shouldn't you be more polite?

[polar]

As a kid, shouldn't you be some level of cute?

[modernholmes]

[He gives her a look of wide eyed innocence.]

What do you mean?

[polar]

No, that's just obnoxious. [She smirks at this, regardless.]