because friendship makes him cranky.

[medicos]

No, I'm not putting it up on my office wall.

[ he means this, a gift from his bff4lyf (one of them, anyway, there's a lot of you).

it's going to be framed :') ]

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[hischair]

See? We are on the same level with this!

[ What, he's not going anywhere near certain topics, he's a good pal. :( ]

[medicos]

[ yeah, neither is he :c

grumbling: ] And he doesn't even deny it, the smug bastard.

[hischair]

I expect you to defend that slip, Bones. With your life if necessary.

[medicos]

[ denied. ]

You are smug and a bastard by modern definition. There is no slip.

[hischair]

I put actual effort into drawing your stupid tricorders!

[medicos]

That's obvious.

[hischair]

I order you to cherish and honor that note, Bones.

[medicos]

[ it's a stupid order because he already does. ]

I'm still waiting for the day that you actually use your authority wisely.

[hischair]

[ Bones is clearly so choked up he has to whine about not being choked up, what a vicious circle. ]

I'm going to use it to turn medbay into a crafts center.

[medicos]

Knowing your luck, you're probably allergic to paint. [ he probably needs to add that to the list. ]

[hischair]

[ Stupid allergies. ]

Like you wouldn't love it if I blew up twice as big and turned purple, you enjoy fixing me.

[medicos]

S'my job, in case you forgot. [ he'd have exploded by now if he didn't love what was doing. ]

[hischair]

I'm not your job, I never was. [ Getting up in your face, hurrrr. ] If you keep being a grump, I'm gonna go swallow a strain of some crazyass vaccine to cheer you up.

[ A DICHOTOMY PRESENTS ITSELF. WHAT WILL BONES DO??? ]

[medicos]

Fixing you is my job. Don't put words in my mouth.

And I'm waiting, Jim. [ he's going to be fixing you in whatever stupid mess you put yourself in. he might as well accept it. ]

[hischair]

[ ...








SPRINTING OUT OF SIGHT WHERE'S THE NEAREST MEDBAY

HE'LL DO IT, FUCKER ]

[medicos]

[ OH MY GOD HE'S GOING TO KILL YOU HIMSELF.

HE'S HAULING YOU BACK BY YOUR COLLAR OR SO HELP HIM HE'S GOING TO SEDATE YOU. ]

[hischair]

[ MOVE MOVE MOVE

EVERYONE IN THE POST FUCKING MOVE OH YOU SNEAKY SHIT GET OFF HIS SHIRT


TWISTING to hop around a U-bend!!! ]

[medicos]

[ HE'S TACKLING YOU TO THE GROUND, DON'T THINK THAT'S HE'S AFRAID TO DO IT. ]

[hischair]

[ HOLY FUCKING SHIT ]

—oof! Bones! Bones!

[ Scrabbling to get away on the floor as laughter shrieks free, this playfight just got started. Let's hope the other senior officers don't ... see. ]

[medicos]

[ they probably will. ]

Is your goal in life sending me into cardial arrest?!

[hischair]

[ lfnkgjdjk he can't breathe. ]

I think you bruised my everything.

[medicos]

And who started it? [ scrambling to get up and drag jim up with him. and don't even think about running away, bones has got a tight grip on him now. ] Come on, you baby. Up.

[hischair]

[ God, the pain was so worth it. ]

Owww. You're insane. I can't believe you chased me.

[ That was so sweet, honeybun, he's all touched about it. SAVING HIS allergies LIFE. ]

[medicos]

You're a child.

[hischair]

You're in love.

[ Let him go, you cobalt grinch. ]