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[ofblueroses]

[Naomi was never one to mess up in regards to her cooking. But today was an exception. Everything she made went horrible bad, from burnt to undercooked to overcooked to anything you could imagine. She placed yet another disaster in the trash and tried to attempt to salvage the cake she was currently making. Why was the frosting being so difficult?]

How did this happen?

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I gotta stop tagging back on the phone. orz Typo city.

[neurotic_insect]

[As if he'd actually stab or otherwise maim an unarmed woman in the back. The psychic overtook the doctor a little as he headed for the elevator, hands firmly secured in his pockets.]

You have been well, though? [There was a hum of machinery as the elevator came closer.]

[ofblueroses]

[Naomi followed without complaint.]

Yes. [A nod.] The hospital hasn't been busy like usual. I'm glad. We need less violence in this place.

And you? Doing well?

[neurotic_insect]

I've been sleeping as well as I usually do, so yes.

[And with a ding, it opened. Dimitri stepped inside, pressing the door open button for Naomi.]