☤ Golden Heart, Cold Hands ☤
"I'm here of my own accord," the doctor explained quietly, her attention [member="Baiko no Kaho"]'s lot and the bids on her company. It was only half of a lie, for she had taken the Minister up on what was technically his suggestion, but she did not coordinate with him in an attempt to meet up. "Believe it or not, I'm here for the auc...well, not to bid, but to donate."
Just as she finished her thought, a voice called out her name. And one she roughly remembered? Two kinds of dread surged through the doctor's body--one due to the imminent teasing that [member="Darben Skirae"]'s sudden, seemingly-on-cue appearance would provoke from [member="Mariya Fleischer"], and the other fear of having to engage with more that one other person now.
"D-darben?" she asked back, even though her eyes did not deceive her.
Just as she finished her thought, a voice called out her name. And one she roughly remembered? Two kinds of dread surged through the doctor's body--one due to the imminent teasing that [member="Darben Skirae"]'s sudden, seemingly-on-cue appearance would provoke from [member="Mariya Fleischer"], and the other fear of having to engage with more that one other person now.
"D-darben?" she asked back, even though her eyes did not deceive her.