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FTEC, Sunday 3/1
Sunday, March 1st, 2015 01:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stykeraSundays, despite recent appearances (or lack thereof) to the contrary, still meant clinic shifts for Stark.
He'd arrived a little earlier than usual today with a box of muffins instead of cupcakes. Sometimes it was good to change things up a bit.
He was at the desk, half of a chocolate chip muffin in front of him and a short stack of books to one side.
The alien was in, ready to assist with medical matters if you needed him, and willing to share baked goods as always.
[open, OCD-free]
He'd arrived a little earlier than usual today with a box of muffins instead of cupcakes. Sometimes it was good to change things up a bit.
He was at the desk, half of a chocolate chip muffin in front of him and a short stack of books to one side.
The alien was in, ready to assist with medical matters if you needed him, and willing to share baked goods as always.
[open, OCD-free]