you’re such a dear, thank you.
( she’s clearing a spot on her desk for the new papers, lots of small trinkets scattered about. )
i trust everything is organized?
⠀h—here are all the prime assets behavioral, neurological & cognitive files you requested for, m—-ma’am.. @obsessivefix
don’t be ridiculous. of course it’s my name.
( a scoff at his stupid idea, a shake of her head to match. she really couldn’t be bothered to entertain this, but if it’ll get her off her ass.. )
fine. but it’ll be more of the same and you’ll argue with me over it again.
i took requests and complaints if you’d like to hear those. or do you only care about the basic stuff?
( she’s just about staring him down, the closest she could get without being too obvious. )
it’s really all the same. physically, they’re all fine. i won’t even bring up
you’re so strong, baby. mommy’s so proud of you. so big and strong for me, hm?
( hair is lathered first, fingers combing and pressing gently against his scalp to work shampoo in. he’s rinsed quickly, then those steps are repeated once more, but not before she checks on him. )
it was merely an assumption. if you had them, you should’ve been wearing them already to avoid this supposedly eye strain.
again? the whole point of me bringing them was so you could read through them without my help.
( arms crossed over her chest, fingers tapping along her arm where they meet. she sighs. )
come on. you know i’m good at my job. there’s not even that much there, just a couple pages.
what am i here for if not to hear your complaints? tell me what you need, i’ll do what i can.
( she’s ready, the privilege of getting to talk to her, even if for typically boring stuff, is exciting for her. she’s already got a pen and sheets of paper out to take notes. )
