LOG: Alison and Haroun - Trips to the Dentist

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Haroun goes to the dentist to get his teeth fixed from his encounter with Mr Soviet-Era Cinderblock Wall. Alison goes with him. Fluffy McFluff-Fluff the Fluffth.



Leaning back in one of the many chairs in the waiting room, Alison flipped through one of the magazines, rolling her eyes slightly at the antics of this or that new singing sensations. "Honestly, no focus at all..." She did a slight grimace at the current article she'd been reading, then gave Haroun a sideways look, eyes narrowing a bit at the still evident bruising and swelling on his face despite his dark skin. It was too obvious a reminder of an injury for her not to feel a bit... well, upset did nicely to describe her reaction each time, she decided.

Haroun spent a good bit of time just breathing. It was a way to control the pain, and to discipline himself. Alison had not liked him having home runs hit on his face, and to be honest he didn't care too much for being so easily dispatched. He had refused a painkiller, knowing that the dentist was going to have to numb him to replace the teeth that Nimrod - no, he, really, that he had broken by faceplanting into the wall. She was flipping through a magazine, frowning prettily at whatever it was that she was reading. It was cute, in a way.

Not bothering Haroun was a good thing. She could bother him after he was done with the dentist poking at his jaw and fixing things. Scowling at the helpless magazine at that thought, Alison did not grind her own teeth. Even if the fact that it would likely hurt Haroun's face the entire time didn't do much to make her happy at all. She snuck another look at him - only to realize that he was eyeing her too this time, with a funny expression on his face. "…whaaaat?"

"You were looking at me with that tone of voice again." he said with as close to a smile as he could muster. "I'll be fine. Dentists in America are quite skilled." he said with a whimsical note in his voice. "A shame this place is so busy, and we don't have any dental expertise on-staff. Trauma medicine, yes. Dentistry, no." he joked. "And hand me that Scientific American over there?" he said, gesturing to the magazine rack. Thank Allah they had something for people with IQs bigger than their shoe sizes here.

"Nooo. You were looking at me funny," Alison said, wincing a bit at his attempt at smiling though her voice certainly held no condemnation for the fact that he'd been looking at her, at least. Leaning forward and pushing out of her chair, Alison reached out for the magazine he'd requested without a second though - moving would not be fun for him, not one bit. And didn't comment on the fact that getting him in on a same day basis was nothing short of a minor miracle. "Here you go." This time, instead of sitting back facing forwards she twisted in her chair sideways, looking at him.

Haroun glanced at the cover of the magazine, and then looked over at Alison again. And then sighed, as she was unabashedly studying him. "It's not as bad as it looks." he said, lying through his teeth. "Couple of days, I'll be good as new. You know it, I know it. Yeah, I'm not exactly pretty to look at right now. That's what happens when you breakfall with your face."

He was a big fat liar. "The whole 'it's not that bad, really' thing would go over better if you didn't look ready to keel over the second I poked at your cheek," Alison said, smiling at him suddenly. The secretary at her desk was doing a good job of ignoring them and Alison reached forward lightly touching the tip of Haroun's ear. "I think that spot might be safe though."

Haroun couldn't help but grin at that. "Yeah, that one's safe." He said with another attempt at a smile. Sure, it hurt, but she'd earned it. "Note to self: Put breakfalls on everybody's training curriculum. Except Cain, that bastard." he said. "Could have been worse. Could have been the coatrack." he chuckled. "How are you doing?" he asked, finally remembering his manners. "You know, despite being a foreigner I could have made the appointment and gone here all by myself." He said.

"I'm fine and of course I was going to come over with you." She was not going to add something about making sure he didn't walk right into a wall on his own, as tempting as it was. Instead she smiled once more, pulling her hand back after one last light touch. "And Nathan's never going to live that coat rack down, is he?" Alison shook her head at that, though amusement showed through.

"Are you kidding? Makes buying him gifts easy." he said with great amusement. "I mean come on, can't you just picture it?" he grinned, and then immediately rued it as his bruised face let him know that grinning was Not On. "I mean, I do appreciate you coming along." He added after a moment. "And if I'm a really good boy we can stop by the Verdant Dragon and get some hot-and-sour soup for later?" he said with a note of shameless pleading in his voice. He got the impression that she didn't trust him to not faceplant into the first available wall, so he might as well take advantage of it.

"If you're really good and if you don't scare the dentist senseless while he fixes things, then I think we can go for soup, yes." It would be about the only thing he'd be able to deal with after all - after it got lukewarm, to boot. And he was being cute at her and it was so damn hard to not just lean in and kiss him.

"You know, I just might happen to know a thing or two about being operated on." he said drolly. "I can handle anything he dishes out. And, it seems that my time has come." he said as the receptionist gestured at him. "Shouldn't be too long, I hope. Paramedics said they were fairly clean breaks." Standing up slowly, he looked over to Alison, smiled as much as the bruising would allow, and then followed the receptionist back into the bowels of the office.

"Yeah, but it won't keep you from growling at him," Alison muttered in amusement, settling back with the magazine once the door had closed behind him.