05-27-2018, 04:42 PM
Dr. Sorrel would look longingly at one of the eggs, spotted in an odd pattern that was random at best, while also having pink shading along the bottom and top of the oval shaped object. Inside holding what ever the parents species was, or a combination of the two, in this world anything was possible so anything could come from the little creature that was curled up in side as she stared for some time, leaving the incubation chamber open. “Still thinking about it, huh?” Ricter would chime in, watching her stare for a bit as she perked up and soon placed the egg into the incubation chamber, closing it with a soft ‘click’.
“I know-- I know, I’m not supposed to talk about it with you, but you get like this every time we come here, I can’t just watch you suffer and torture yourself like this Sorrel.” Even though they had only known each other less than a week they had become close friends, Ricters hard working attitude was appreciated by Dr. Sorrel, allowing her time to roam around, think, or just relax given she was one of the best doctors they had here. But she also had her own problems, “Thank you, but its fine, I’ll be alright.” She’d respond, closing off a bit of herself just like that, she wouldn’t go into details about it nor would Ricter but he would simply nod with a worried gaze, knowing full well she wasn’t.
Walking to the door he would do the same after turning on the night lights for the sleeping children in the room, leaving it in a soft glow that was neither too dark nor too bright. After closing the door Dr. Sorrel would turn to him, the hall empty as they began talking with one another, “Its starting to get late, you should head home, maybe get some sleep.” It was only 7:00 pm, they had plenty of time to do more work, plus it wasn’t even that dark out yet. “No way, not after that, I’m going to be staying for a couple hours.” He’d say back, crossing his arms as the sylveon would frown but give a sigh before speaking up, trying to correct her slightly depressed posture.
“Ricter you fought an elder treent, mind you he was drugged before hand so to not make it too much of a slaughter, but my point stands. You are to go home and get some rest, I’m saying this as your boss.” She’d seem to give off a very formal air again, but that air would soon drop immediately as she added one last thing, “…and as a friend, so please, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me, I’ll get over it at my own pace.” Her voice was sweet, softer, and seemed to almost give a pleading vibe too it, which caught Ricter off guard. The weasel no longer crossing his arms but instead he would look around before nodding, “Alright, I’ll…see you tomorrow then Sorrel, if you ever want to talk--” She’d cut him off, “I know, your all ears, not that those large things couldn’t pick up cable TV by now.”
She’d laugh at her own joke, Ricter doing the same after the little exchange, he would nod and wave as he walked down the hall, heading home while Dr. Sorrel stood there. She watched him leave before placing her paw prints on the glass to the nursery, seeing the little kids sleep. She was wordless, but her eyes showed every emotion she was feeling right now, and one of them was regret.
“I know-- I know, I’m not supposed to talk about it with you, but you get like this every time we come here, I can’t just watch you suffer and torture yourself like this Sorrel.” Even though they had only known each other less than a week they had become close friends, Ricters hard working attitude was appreciated by Dr. Sorrel, allowing her time to roam around, think, or just relax given she was one of the best doctors they had here. But she also had her own problems, “Thank you, but its fine, I’ll be alright.” She’d respond, closing off a bit of herself just like that, she wouldn’t go into details about it nor would Ricter but he would simply nod with a worried gaze, knowing full well she wasn’t.
Walking to the door he would do the same after turning on the night lights for the sleeping children in the room, leaving it in a soft glow that was neither too dark nor too bright. After closing the door Dr. Sorrel would turn to him, the hall empty as they began talking with one another, “Its starting to get late, you should head home, maybe get some sleep.” It was only 7:00 pm, they had plenty of time to do more work, plus it wasn’t even that dark out yet. “No way, not after that, I’m going to be staying for a couple hours.” He’d say back, crossing his arms as the sylveon would frown but give a sigh before speaking up, trying to correct her slightly depressed posture.
“Ricter you fought an elder treent, mind you he was drugged before hand so to not make it too much of a slaughter, but my point stands. You are to go home and get some rest, I’m saying this as your boss.” She’d seem to give off a very formal air again, but that air would soon drop immediately as she added one last thing, “…and as a friend, so please, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me, I’ll get over it at my own pace.” Her voice was sweet, softer, and seemed to almost give a pleading vibe too it, which caught Ricter off guard. The weasel no longer crossing his arms but instead he would look around before nodding, “Alright, I’ll…see you tomorrow then Sorrel, if you ever want to talk--” She’d cut him off, “I know, your all ears, not that those large things couldn’t pick up cable TV by now.”
She’d laugh at her own joke, Ricter doing the same after the little exchange, he would nod and wave as he walked down the hall, heading home while Dr. Sorrel stood there. She watched him leave before placing her paw prints on the glass to the nursery, seeing the little kids sleep. She was wordless, but her eyes showed every emotion she was feeling right now, and one of them was regret.