☎ voicemail

[as_damaged]

❝You've reached Allison Cameron, please leave a message.❞

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[ooc: you know the drill, if you need her and there's no recent post &c &c. whatever. ♥♥♥]

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[orangetoughguy]

How do you feel about housecalls?

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[as_damaged]

I thought you said you were in good health.

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[orangetoughguy]

I haven't had a check up in a long time. Like a couple months.

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[as_damaged]

Shouldn't you call your G.P. for that?

[She's obviously not really trying to shake his attention, though.]

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[orangetoughguy]

What's a GP?

[See Cameron. Freddy really needs help.]

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[as_damaged]

General Practitioner. I'm a specialist, you know.

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[orangetoughguy]

Hey if you're busy specializing all goddamn day maybe somebody oughta help you get back to basics.

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[as_damaged]

Are you experiencing any unusual symptoms?

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[orangetoughguy]

Totally. I've got all this free time and that's never happened before. I might be goin' crazy.

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[as_damaged]

I could write you a referral for a psychiatrist. [A warm pause.] But I must admit I'm beginning to find your motives suspect.

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[orangetoughguy]

[Whoa he is not gonna tell her he's spoken to a therapist before.] I don't need to see a shrink.

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[as_damaged]

I'm starting to think you're not feeling sick at all.

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[orangetoughguy]

Okay. How about a coffee break?

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[as_damaged]

Sounds therapeutic.

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[orangetoughguy]

Same place same time?

[Just like the last time, he means.]

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[as_damaged]

Well, I suppose I could make the time.

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[orangetoughguy]

Great. I'll see you.

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[as_damaged]

[Cameron doesn't look happy, particularly, when they both make it there, but at the least she looks composed. Like nothing's wrong, at least. Because obviously, there isn't; this is just a pleasant cup of coffee.]

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[orangetoughguy]

[Freddy's got his jacket on cause it's still too cold for this Californian. When he comes in the weather's got his skin looking a little bright and thus more freckly. This doens't matter though because he's trying to remain unseen so he can sneak up behind her left shoulder.]

Hey.

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[as_damaged]

[She turns, fixing a smile on her lips. Her hands are clasped in front of her, hinting at the tension she's otherwise managing to hide.]

Hi.

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[orangetoughguy]

Were you gonna start without me?

[Not that it would matter to Freddy who looks to take a seat somewhere secluded. The hint of tension in her hands doesn't escape his notice.]

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[as_damaged]

That wouldn't be very professional of me, would it?

[She keeps her tone as light as their conversation, happy to let him take the lead because it means the focus isn't on her.]

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[orangetoughguy]

Well that's a lady's prerogative ain't it?

[He looks at her, hardly serious about the comment because chivalry's dead, at least the old fashioned kind. There's a nice booth and look there's a pie special today. He's already thinking of getting a slice.]

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[as_damaged]

I'd rather be a consummate professional than excuse bad behavior on grounds of being a lady.

[Chivalry's dead, but its last throes weren't all that long ago. From where she's sitting, at least-- but that's irrelevant, of course. All Cameron wants is coffee, and the quiet relief of a few moments' company subtly borrowed.]

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[orangetoughguy]

In that case you won't mind if I grab a slice of this.

[Freddy points at the picture of some pie drizzled with caramel and strawberries and other sweet tooth type things. It doesn't help that oreos are involved in the making. Then, like an afterthought:]

You can have some too.