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ben, dr. sawyer

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september 14th

petalburg, hoenn

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pkmn center doc

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so loved and so lonesome?

6’1 height

keep it sweet in your memory, I’m still tongue-tied (sunflower, sunflower.)

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POSTED ON Jun 18, 2024 21:59:36 GMT

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He was still thoroughly and properly contrite.[break][break]
In the wake of their earlier exchange, Benji had probably looked very much like a scolded poochyena– wide-eyed and pitiful. Tall, broad body hunching in on itself and face alight with the burn of embarrassment in the wake of the backlash he’d brought upon himself.[break][break]
Even now, hours later, his ears would spontaneously begin to prickle with heat as he recalled Adele’s reaction to his prodding. No matter how well-intentioned it was (and it was very much from the heart,) he’d still managed to make a patient’s keeper uncomfortable.[break][break]
Something that was akin to abominable in Benji’s mind.[break][break]
“You look like you might end up with hypertension if you don’t take some time to rest! I can show you some videos I like to use, they’re super helpful and relaxing. Very good for breathing exercises that lower the heart rate.” Dumb, stupid, he felt his palm smack his forehead everytime it floated back to the front of his mind.[break][break]
He wanted to melt into the floor. He wanted to burst into thousands of tiny particles and dissolve like a puff of ineffective air freshener. Or…something more poetic (he wasn’t terribly adept with prose, even to himself.)[break][break]
But at least the Psyduck seemed to be doing much better.[break][break]
It’d been quite simple in the end. The rolypoly duck had just needed some good and hearty hydration. He’d been left in Benji’s care for the rest of the afternoon, just so he could monitor his charge and ensure that he got some proper electrolytes as well. Luce was even well enough to waddle along behind him on the trip back home. The plap plap of his flippered toes on the pavement comprising the soundtrack of Ben’s growing dread and returning mortification.[break][break]
There were pamphlets in his bag full of useful tips for managing land-dwelling water-types in the heat of summer, and some extra electrolyte packets for a pinch. Would he be overstepping again, though? He might have been. Maybe they would just stay there, zipped up and safe from any more exasperated looks leveled at him.[break][break]
He didn’t dare press the doorbell of the apartment more than once– polite and succinct. Not so overbearing. On a normal day, he might press it twice. How did someone who appeared so willowy turn out to be so….intimidating?[break][break]
Crouching down, he distracted himself with one last check over of Luce. Patting the smooth dome of his feathered head and checking under his flippers as he blinked up at Benji blithely.

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POSTED ON Jun 20, 2024 5:28:07 GMT

they'd forgotten what their doorbell sounded like.

it—well, it wasn't used often. it's a rare occasion when they leave for anything. even rarer is the opportunity to receive company. at first, they think that it might've been the little egg timer seated on their counter but that'd gone off well over fifteen minutes ago by the time that the good doctor ever announces his arrival. their chatot answers instead as its keeper occupies themself with other responsibilities. mostly, that looks like fanning out all the smoke through their one kitchen window.

seated on the cheap handle, adone whirls around gleefully. his talons scrape against the metal as the chatot squawks in greeting from behind the door: "who is it? who is it?" what they're trying to save is less than.

well.

it's less than.

maybe muffins had been too ambitious. it would've been less expensive to just have bought the man something and it probably would've tasted better too. somehow, these had ended up burnt beyond recognition. one had, inexplicably, even caved in and they're not quite sure what that was about when they'd followed nearly every step to a t. it'd been meant as an consolatory gift but, at this rate—maybe it'd be more of a punishment.

"you don't suppose that if i made frosting that these would be salvageable?"

their gastly only looks away, and whether it's because she can't answer honestly or because she doesn't care is anyone's guess.

"who is it? who is it?"

"maybe i'll run to the bakery before i go to pick him up—"

"WHO IS IT? WHO IS IT?"

"would you! oh." someone was at the door. adele hurries over after checking that their oven was off one last time. their chatot flutters away, stopping only to rest on their shoulder as they glanced through the peephole, startling aback as they realize only then who they'd kept waiting. doorchain unlocked and their door swiftly opened, they nudge up their ( still ) broken glasses up higher on the bridge of their nose with the back of their wrist. "it's you, doctor ..." catalog, faces. they don't remember the name.

pretend that was what you meant. "i was going to come and get luce. did—" had they given him their address? they could've sworn that ... well, maybe they'd only thought it and not said that they were going to pick him up. a pause. something to think about later. maybe. "um." a few seconds pass. then, a minute. then, another minute. "WOULD YOU LIKE TO COME INSIDE?" they flinch away from the sound, sticking a pinky in their ear as adone preens just a little too proudly.

"yes. that."

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ben, dr. sawyer

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petalburg, hoenn

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He could hear shouting on the other side of the door. Benji frowned, then looked down at the psyduck–who only blinked up at him with an absent stare. As though Luce were perfectly accustomed to such an occurrence. He frowned, and considered ringing the doorbell again.[break][break]
Then thought better of it, lest he receive another sassing for being incessant.[break][break]
WHO IS IT? WHO IS IT?[break][break]
Uh… “Ben!” He answered the squawking shout automatically with a raised voice of his own. Without thought, like it was perfectly reasonable and they would know exactly who he was on first name alone. Dumb. Dumb dumb dumb.[break][break]
The sound of movement rustled behind the door, a flurry of hasty sound before the barrier was yanked open. Behind the spectacles, hazel eyes brightened as they landed on the bird perched on Adele’s shoulder. “Oh! A chatot, that makes so much more sense now,” he blurted before really registering Adele’s reaction, or what they were saying.[break][break]
An amused laugh slipped free before he remembered again and quickly sombered up. “Right, uh, yes. It’s me, hah…Benji…” he drew out his name awkwardly (Benjeeee) and again neglected his formal title. Because obviously at the clinic he’d been referred to as Dr. Sawyer.[break][break]
He realized he was lagging, watching the other with a somewhat absent stare. Maybe looking for any sign of the outburst he’d experienced earlier. “Er, right though–you listed your address on the paperwork, and Luce here was doing much better and seemed up for a walk, so I figured I’d bring him to you!”[break][break]
The pause stretched out between them and he had the compulsion to let another nervous laugh slip free before the screeching invitation from the chatot startled him back into hyper-awareness. Evidence of how flustered he was colored itself across his face, and Benji’s eyes darted between the chatot and Adele rapidly.[break][break]
“Uh, sure. Yeah, I’m done for the day, so..”[break][break]
Was this weird? This was weird for him to accept, right? But then the wafting smell hit him.[break][break]
“Is something burning?”

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POSTED ON Jul 4, 2024 6:51:23 GMT

"that's—" creepy, "strange."

it comes out before they realize that it does. thinly veiled concern crosses their features as they second-guess the invitation inside. they'd heard about something like this happening before, probably. to one of their coworkers? was it better that at least it was with a vet than it was with a cadet finding an address from a registration?

still, they'd already made the offer though—albeit under duress of a particularly loud-mouthed chatot—and so adele steps aside, tucking themself behind the door to their lackluster apartment for him with a passing thought to text someone that they might not be in on monday if this encounter went sideways.

maybe they'd make the evening news.

though, these days, it might not even be a headline.

trailing behind him was luce, who was looking remarkably better than he had the day before.

the first sign should've been that his flippers were distressingly dry. all he'd needed in the end was a float pool, but it was probably for the best he'd gotten checked out anyway. they watch his slippery little feet pad along the carpet, trailing water in his wake. they'd been putting it off long enough that their previous vet had altogether given up on trying to contact adele.

their dentist too, now that they thought about it.

a relieved smile disappears as they shut the door and adele takes a passing glance in the direction of their kitchen at the question. it'd been meant as a thank you for you, but, "ah, well."

they wring their hands as they shuffle towards the counter to examine the scorched remains. the smoke mostly cleared out. all that was left as a sign that there'd been anything at all was the flour still clinging to their fingertips and the remaining splatters of uncooked batter on the counter. "i was. baking. it, um. well." they tip the muffin tin in his direction for observation, rattling them inside of equally charred cupcake liners. any signs of the printed pikachus on surfboards were just—gone.

they clear their throat.

work to hide any embarrassment.

"i didn't know you made house calls, doctor."

his name, which he'd helpfully provided, is willfully disregarded in favor of dr. sawyer as their memory finally fills in the gaps from earlier in the day.

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