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Jordan had a fun filled day. Fighting with Nikita had been amusing yet annoying at the same time. He couldn't understand why the girl thought so little of him to think that he would do such nasty things to her. Wait...he was the type. Smirking a little to himself he shook his head. Not having any more pressing appointments or anyone to chase down for a physical again, Doc decided to go topside for a few packs of cigarettes.
Yeah, Nikita had unnerved him a little bit. Only because she asked too many questions and was far too hyper for his tastes. People like her needed to be locked up in a padded room with a few squeaky toys to choke on. Then again she'd probably find a way to bounce the walls into laying down for her to break out. Or her brother would find a way to break her out. He still needed to get a physical from most of the major players on the King's. That was neither here nor there. If people didn't care about their health, then why should he?
Walking down the hallways he nodded to a few that gave him a friendly smile. He refused to bark at the ones that seemed about to run away that he ran into, just gave them a teasing smirk and wink. After all, those were the ones that kept his days interesting. Jordan was a fan of bondage, just as long as he wasn't the one being tied down. Even then, he usually had two extra limbs than what people prepared for, so it was no big if he got tied down.
Reaching the deck he watched the resident crazy pace and finally sit down. Standing a few feet away he lit his cigarette, taking a deep inhale before slowly letting the smoke out after it rolled in his lungs for a bit. Most of his healing ability went to his lungs these days, eve if it was working. He could be creating cancer cells within himself instead of healing the smoke damage. Not that he really cared anymore.
His eyes darted over to the crazy when he seemed to be about to go insane. Well, more insane than he was. Having files on one Basil Fairchild was an interesting read. It had taken him two weeks to get through the files, the medical files alone. A part of Jordan should feel sorry for the man, but he didn't. Doctors had their reasons for doing things, and he himself was willing to do anything to help along his own research.
Raising a brow as Basil seemed to perk up then hold completely still, he shifted to look at the entrance up onto the deck. He smirked as he saw the twin emerge, obviously drunk. Then there was a sight for sore eyes. Taking another drag off his cancer stick, he slowly moseyed on over. Not really wanting to interrupt an obviously tender moment between the twins, but not wanting to lose this chance to tease one Vala either.
Smirking he put a hand on the small of her back after he exhaled the smoke away from the persons on the deck. He at least had that much caring in him. He leaned in close, pressing his body against hers. "Are you stalking me?" He murmured into her ear with a smirk, his hand sliding from the small of her back to her hip.
He then gave a nod to the boys, "Basil, and you must be Edwin." He smirked then turned his attention back to Vala, "If you are stalking me I'll have to ask why." He gave her a wink, "Other than the obvious reasons of course."
Yeah, Nikita had unnerved him a little bit. Only because she asked too many questions and was far too hyper for his tastes. People like her needed to be locked up in a padded room with a few squeaky toys to choke on. Then again she'd probably find a way to bounce the walls into laying down for her to break out. Or her brother would find a way to break her out. He still needed to get a physical from most of the major players on the King's. That was neither here nor there. If people didn't care about their health, then why should he?
Walking down the hallways he nodded to a few that gave him a friendly smile. He refused to bark at the ones that seemed about to run away that he ran into, just gave them a teasing smirk and wink. After all, those were the ones that kept his days interesting. Jordan was a fan of bondage, just as long as he wasn't the one being tied down. Even then, he usually had two extra limbs than what people prepared for, so it was no big if he got tied down.
Reaching the deck he watched the resident crazy pace and finally sit down. Standing a few feet away he lit his cigarette, taking a deep inhale before slowly letting the smoke out after it rolled in his lungs for a bit. Most of his healing ability went to his lungs these days, eve if it was working. He could be creating cancer cells within himself instead of healing the smoke damage. Not that he really cared anymore.
His eyes darted over to the crazy when he seemed to be about to go insane. Well, more insane than he was. Having files on one Basil Fairchild was an interesting read. It had taken him two weeks to get through the files, the medical files alone. A part of Jordan should feel sorry for the man, but he didn't. Doctors had their reasons for doing things, and he himself was willing to do anything to help along his own research.
Raising a brow as Basil seemed to perk up then hold completely still, he shifted to look at the entrance up onto the deck. He smirked as he saw the twin emerge, obviously drunk. Then there was a sight for sore eyes. Taking another drag off his cancer stick, he slowly moseyed on over. Not really wanting to interrupt an obviously tender moment between the twins, but not wanting to lose this chance to tease one Vala either.
Smirking he put a hand on the small of her back after he exhaled the smoke away from the persons on the deck. He at least had that much caring in him. He leaned in close, pressing his body against hers. "Are you stalking me?" He murmured into her ear with a smirk, his hand sliding from the small of her back to her hip.
He then gave a nod to the boys, "Basil, and you must be Edwin." He smirked then turned his attention back to Vala, "If you are stalking me I'll have to ask why." He gave her a wink, "Other than the obvious reasons of course."