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☤ twenty-two

A (Partial) List of Locations.

in no particular order

HOME;
-My apartment (once while high)
-Chase's apartment
-exam room
-patient's house (with cat watching)
-sleep lab
-House's bed
-janitor's closet
-backseat of my car, on the way to lunch
-park bench

CITY;
-exam room
-Chase's apartment
-My apartment
-carousel cart
-elevator of building 12
-stairwell of building 3

I'm forgetting some, I think.

[ooc; We Did That? sob. trying not to be obscene, but be warned she will likely reply in greater detail.

EDIT; LASER TAG, BBL GUYZ ♥]

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Cameron. What are you--

Christ. Tell Caspian you write your grocery list in code.

[wait.]

[Waiiiiit, Chase's apartment at home?]

[Chase's apartment?]

[This is a long pause.

What the--]

[House's bed.]

That's disgusting.

[She can't help herself, her tone's a little smirky]

You didn't seem to think so at the time.

Maybe because I hope like hell I wasn't there.

[Quietly. Also, she thinks you're a prick. This is relevant because "you are a prick Robert Chase" is very clearly implied by her tone.]

I don't think you understand.

[NO. NO HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND.]

I don't think I want to. Knowing how you do a cripple on a park bench has never been high on my list of priorities.

A cripple.

You think that's what this is about.

[remember that YOU ARE A PRICK ROBERT CHASE tone? yes. still with that.]

Of course.

I did kiss him. Once. I had a good reason, and not because I wanted to. I can't explain, because you don't know. Don't remember. I was surprised; I didn't think he'd let me, much less return it. He doesn't like me, you know. You know that. Everyone does.

But that's none of your damned business.

I've never slept with House.

Right. So this is a list of your fantasies? Or, no, maybe you crept in and did someone else in his apartment. Am I close now?

[He's more or less muttering this part to himself now, the momentary glow of 'Chase's apartment' forgotten.]

The smell of his aftershave, the pill bottles rattling under the mattress. I can see how that would be a turn-on.

We thought he was sick, so we did what we always do. It wasn't my idea. All the others were my idea, but not House's bed. You couldn't actually have expected me to resist that.

[Sorry, it's hard to hear much at this pity party. This is huffed, half audible, begrudging.]

And he does 'like' you. As much as he's capable of liking anyone. You should know--

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[Audio:] 2/3 I LIED.