[ she watches his hand trace the line of his chin and wonders if he still bothers with vanity, considering all she knows now about the ephemeral nature of his appearances. he said he hadn't chosen this body — she wonders if he ever got to choose any of them, and if he did what would he look for in choosing? what does he think of the one he's on now, or does he not bother to think of it at all since it hadn't been voluntary in the first place? ]
[ it's as much of an answer as she'll offer for a baiting question like that, giving him a polite smile before sliding herself off the desk just so she can rummage through one of its drawers.
she eventually finds what she's looking for — a pair of scissors — and brandishes it quite close to his face with the ease of someone who's held many a scalpel during her years of residency. ]
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Do they have Scottish terriers in your world?
[ it's as much of an answer as she'll offer for a baiting question like that, giving him a polite smile before sliding herself off the desk just so she can rummage through one of its drawers.
she eventually finds what she's looking for — a pair of scissors — and brandishes it quite close to his face with the ease of someone who's held many a scalpel during her years of residency. ]
Want to see how steady my hands are?