Thursday Clinic Hours

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*DEATH and Binky are sitting at the reception desk with a deck of cards laid out into what appears to be a game of Solitaire. Periodically, Binky nudges DEATH on the shoulder, nickering softly.*

I DO NOT THINK I AM NECESSARILY SUITED TO THIS GAME.

*Binky snorts in response.*

DEATH is in. And needs some activity. Go injure yourselves, or bring curry.

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[ooc: That pun was horrible in spades.]

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Faithful trotted in with a note held firmly in his mouth.

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*DEATH reaches out and scoops the cat up into his boney arms, stroking it under the chin gently*

GOOD KITTY. WHAT DO YOU HAVE HERE?

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Faithful purred happily. "Good to see you again. A note for Dr. House."

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*DEATH nods, petting the cat as he takes the note from his mouth.*