Doug and Kyle: Phone Theft
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xp_logsKyle comes down and takes Doug's phone away before he can say something ill-advised to Laurie.
The notification noise pinged Kyle's phone as he was setting a load of freshly laundered scrubs, hospital pajamas and towels in the infirmary linens area.
He made himself finish putting everything away right before he walked over to the patient area, and even pulled a double set of gloves on over one hand.
That hand landed itself on Doug Ramsey's forehead, pushing firmly. "Yo."
Doug was propped up in his bed, poking at his phone as best he could with one hand. Clarice had already very helpfully put it in the rhinestoned Hello Kitty case. He looked up at Kyle and sighed. "I didn't do shit," he said, a bit of a whine creeping into his voice. The profanity filter was on his phone, but his mouth had no such filter right now. "She's being passive aggressive."
“Yeah and you were good and didn’t reply and that’s awesome but man.” Kyle didn’t let his hand off Doug’s head and used his free hand to pluck the phone from the other mans fingers. “Man you are high as fuck and not to be trusted when you’re like this.”
The whine had progressed to a full on pout, although Doug made very little effort to try and keep Kyle from taking the phone. Self-awareness of being weak as a kitten or something. That and he knew that Kyle wouldn't hesitate to sit on his chest if need be. "I want a reward for being good," he muttered.
Kyle stuck the phone in his pocket after a snorting laugh at the case. "A'ight, yeah, that's fair. You're like, on an entire box of morphine, what you want? Curly fries?"
Doug considered that for a moment. Curly fries -were- awesome. But he was in the mood for something else. "Frozen yogurt," he countered. "From the place that has the little pieces of cookie dough for topping."
"You are like a preschooler when you're high." Kyle finally took the weight off Doug's forehead, since it looked like he was probably not going to put up a fight, and the phone was well out of the other man's reach. "I'll get 'em to milkshake it for you. You got a usual order, or should I like, just go for full peanut butter?"
"oooooooh, peanut butter." Doug was definitely very distractable when he was on painkillers this strong. "See if they can swirl that with cake batter froyo?"
"And cookie dough on top, right." Kyle patted his pocket. "Phone'll be in Doc Jean's office when you're a little more sober."
The notification noise pinged Kyle's phone as he was setting a load of freshly laundered scrubs, hospital pajamas and towels in the infirmary linens area.
He made himself finish putting everything away right before he walked over to the patient area, and even pulled a double set of gloves on over one hand.
That hand landed itself on Doug Ramsey's forehead, pushing firmly. "Yo."
Doug was propped up in his bed, poking at his phone as best he could with one hand. Clarice had already very helpfully put it in the rhinestoned Hello Kitty case. He looked up at Kyle and sighed. "I didn't do shit," he said, a bit of a whine creeping into his voice. The profanity filter was on his phone, but his mouth had no such filter right now. "She's being passive aggressive."
“Yeah and you were good and didn’t reply and that’s awesome but man.” Kyle didn’t let his hand off Doug’s head and used his free hand to pluck the phone from the other mans fingers. “Man you are high as fuck and not to be trusted when you’re like this.”
The whine had progressed to a full on pout, although Doug made very little effort to try and keep Kyle from taking the phone. Self-awareness of being weak as a kitten or something. That and he knew that Kyle wouldn't hesitate to sit on his chest if need be. "I want a reward for being good," he muttered.
Kyle stuck the phone in his pocket after a snorting laugh at the case. "A'ight, yeah, that's fair. You're like, on an entire box of morphine, what you want? Curly fries?"
Doug considered that for a moment. Curly fries -were- awesome. But he was in the mood for something else. "Frozen yogurt," he countered. "From the place that has the little pieces of cookie dough for topping."
"You are like a preschooler when you're high." Kyle finally took the weight off Doug's forehead, since it looked like he was probably not going to put up a fight, and the phone was well out of the other man's reach. "I'll get 'em to milkshake it for you. You got a usual order, or should I like, just go for full peanut butter?"
"oooooooh, peanut butter." Doug was definitely very distractable when he was on painkillers this strong. "See if they can swirl that with cake batter froyo?"
"And cookie dough on top, right." Kyle patted his pocket. "Phone'll be in Doc Jean's office when you're a little more sober."
