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[valehkin]

Vitaly had stepped away to learn. And what he'd learned had given him the grace to know he was better served actually caring for patients. But still, that didn't mean that looking at the young face of an essential five year old didn't press his buttons just a little. "I don't work under anyone, unless power bottom. I work alone." "I work with you. And you need to talk to whoever rearranged. Patients that come in clinic almost always need critical care. Why have those supplies furthest from entry? We never have simple cases. Is bad reorder. And this useless stuff, this should go to town clinic. They need more."

The curly haired kresnik had finished with his patients for the day and decided to head down to the stock room to check if he needed to order anything from the village. Before he even reached the door, he heard someone in there banging around and he let out an annoyed sigh, thinking that a slave must have gotten free from a guard and decided to raid the stock room again. "I swear I need to talk to the enforcer." he mumbled and turned the corner. Pausing in the door when he saw someone rearranging his items.

"What I need is for you to stop rearranging my supplies." The head doctor said bluntly and crossed his arms over his chest, noticing the white coat and he snorted. "So you're the doctor who's working under me?"

[rothane]

@floriandangelo​

Valentine’s Day has never been Rowan’s favourite holiday --- she thinks it’s kind of tacky and overrated, if she’s being honest. Most men use it as an excuse to spoil their girlfriends while neglecting their emotional needs for the other 364 days of the year and while that isn’t the case for her, it still kind of leaves a bad taste in her mouth... but it is Maddie’s favourite day of the year and so over the years she has warmed up to it. It’s hard to think a holiday is stupid when your four year old is covered in glitter and excitedly rambling on about how amazing love is and how she can’t wait to spread it around. That being said, she is kind of Valentine’s-ed out by the time the auction is over. She’s just grateful the decorations aren’t tacky foil balloons and streamers, and the dessert table isn’t those chalky conversations hearts as had been the case at the Valentine’s Day party at Maddie’s pre-school she had spent most of the day at. At least here she gets a good glass of wine and cheesecake bites -- which she is swallowing a mouthful of when she spots Florian. “Oooh, look at you,” she teases, wiggling an eyebrow at him dramatically. “I’ve never seen you out of scrubs before --- you clean up nice. Saw you nabbed yourself a Valentine.” Though she doesn’t really think Vivian is his type.