07-26-2022, 08:59 AM
Who the fuck was Pierre? Chéri stopped, but not to turn, but rather to look around. What did Tristan mean? Was there another Frenchman? Chéri shook their head. Oh, right, Pierre! They were Pierre.
Chéri shook their head and turned, their face fully neutral “Oh? Oh no, good doctor, don’t you worry, I am good, I was looking for somebody else, you haven’t offended me or anything. You are good!” they were saying “good” a little too much. Chéri didn’t want to offend Tristan, hadn’t wanted that originally either, they just knew not to make themselves a nuisance unless they really needed it. And right now they felt like they had already exhausted the amount of time or effort required from a doctor who, for all intents and purposes, was just trying to do his job and be nice. Actually nice. And actually nice people shouldn’t be around them.
Chéri shook their head and turned, their face fully neutral “Oh? Oh no, good doctor, don’t you worry, I am good, I was looking for somebody else, you haven’t offended me or anything. You are good!” they were saying “good” a little too much. Chéri didn’t want to offend Tristan, hadn’t wanted that originally either, they just knew not to make themselves a nuisance unless they really needed it. And right now they felt like they had already exhausted the amount of time or effort required from a doctor who, for all intents and purposes, was just trying to do his job and be nice. Actually nice. And actually nice people shouldn’t be around them.
