•I'll Make Every Second Count•

[Denver Gage Sawyer]

Denver sighed, lounging on the couch in the doctors’ lounge. His shift was over, and his residency was too; sort of. He still had another year and a half of it. But with the work his did, it would go by in a flash. He chose to work with kids. And kids were great. They were so cute, and really said the most outrageous things that you really couldn’t help but laugh at. He enjoyed dressing up in ridiculous clothing to suit the patient so they weren’t afraid. He was very much like that character from that seventies sitcom about the Korean War. He wore big glasses, fake noses and oversized floppy clown shoes to make them laugh. Of course, today, he hadn’t been working with the children in the offices; he was working with the sick kids of the children’s ward.

Those kids broke him more, and further cemented his reason for going into Pediatrics. He couldn’t bear to see the children grow up in such a manner, especially those who were terminal. Those were the kids that tugged at his heartstrings the most. He wanted to save the world, Denny did, and he was going to start with the kids. He sighed and finally opened those pale, pale green eyes of his to glance around the sparse room. There was a fridge, some chairs and couches and a couple tables. Magazines and newspapers weeks and months old were scattered, half the lockers in the far corner weren’t closed properly, but none of that bothered him, he didn’t seem to notice any of it at all. What he saw was what he wanted to do, where he was meant to be. He was always supposed to be a doctor, and if his last patient didn’t prove it, he didn’t know what did; or would.

Shaking his dark head of hair, Denver sat up, stretched his arms above his head and heard the cracks, then stood to bend to touch his feet. Feeling more awake, he headed to his locker, grabbed his things and left the empty room behind. He walked through the halls, stopping every now and then to talk to another doctor, or a nurse, or a patient he’d seen who was now running around the halls getting their version of exercise. He loved the hospital; which a lot of people, including some who worked there, could not even say. He had been supposed to help out in the ER, but was called off at the last minute, hence his being at the hospital still, when he would have left immediately after his shift.

Now, though, he was free to leave, and that was exactly what he did. Den walked around to the ER doors, and left that way. He hadn’t brought his bike, a pretty little Yamaha, because he had called for snow and although the roads were perfectly clear enough to drive them, with the snow melting all around, he wasn’t willing to get into an accident thanks to some black ice. Instead, he’d opted to take the car he’d purchased a couple weeks before his sisters’ first arrival in the city. He’d only had his bike, and as much as she’d wanted to, his sister couldn’t drive it. So, he’d needed to get something that she could speed around town with. Denver fished the keys from his pocket as he walked to the spot he’d parked, and finding them, unlocked the doors and slipped behind the wheel as he tossed his bag on the passenger seat. He started the engine, checked his messages because he’d been keeping up a conversation with his sister before slipping that back into his bag and leaving his spot, and the hospital in his rear view mirror.

It was evening and he was hungry. So Denver drove home to walk his massive English Mastiff and think about what he had in his kitchen that he could cook without burning it too badly. Soon enough, he was parking his car, grabbing his things and heading into his place to change into something other than the scrubs he’d worn that day and grab his giant doggy. As soon as he opened the door, his Mastiff raced from the large dog bed in the living room to the front door and jumped up on Denny. Den wasn’t short, but the dog still made him look slightly dwarfed when he jumped up like that. He commanded Duke to go lay down after giving him a quick but loving scratch behind the ears, and then went straight to the bathroom to shower off the hospital smells. As much as he loved the place, they could seriously use an air freshener; something that didn’t smell like rubbing alcohol and industrial disinfectant.

He showered, checked over his face to see if he needed to shave, and then dressed for a walk around the park. It was around dinner time, so if he were lucky, he could grab a wrap or something from one of the vendors in the park and have that for his meal. He shoved his feet into his shoes, clipped Duke’s leash around his thick neck and stuffed his cell phone into his pocket before shutting and locking the door behind him and shoving the keys into another pocket. The walk around the city to Central Park was great, actually. It wasn’t ridiculously cold like the middle of winter and it wasn’t hot like August got to be, so it was perfect. A few feet inside the parks’ entrance was a vendor, he stopped to grab a coffee, a bottle of water for Duke and a cheese croissant he could attack during the walk.

_{~Tag~ Open
~Words~ Nine Five Oh!
~Location~ Central Park
~Clothes~ I wanna Dance with Somebody
~Lyrics~ I wanna dance with somebody by These Kids Wear Crowns
~Notes~ Yay! First Denny post! xD}[/size]

[Lexi Piper Ryanne]

It had been one of those days for poor Lexi; the kind where nothing seems to go right. She had overslept that morning and missed her first lecture of the day, which just happened to be on material for the upcoming exam and then her circle of friends had found themselves in an explosion of college drama after a night out Lexi didn’t even go on! It turned out that one of her friends had hooked up with some guy who was dating another girl who they hung around with and she had found out about it and decided to blame the –now divided- group for it, going as far as to throw a milkshake over Lexi, all because she refused to have anything to do with drama. She wasn’t the kind of girl to take sides, regardless of her own opinion and the fact that she didn’t even know any of this had happened until the rest of the college found out only supported the logic in her keeping her mouth shut and trying to remain like Switzerland; neutral in the matter.

The whole thing screamed high school and it was exactly the sort of thing that Lexi shied away from. Whilst she blended in with the popular crowd with ease, being in the limelight was something she hated, mainly because of the amount of attention that was focused on her which more often than not made her feel terribly self-conscious. It was a horrible feeling for her and her mind instantly raced to the possibilities of what people would think of her, how she looked, how she acted…maybe it was rather shallow but the harsh words of her youth still haunted her whenever situations arose when people looked her way with an unreadable expression.

After she had been soaked with milkshake and yelled at like she had caused the whole thing, she ran from the college, skipping the rest of her classes and heading back to her apartment that she shared with her sister Chelsea. She had hoped her sister would be home from work and would be around to cheer the young historian up, but fate really had it out for her today and Lexi began to wonder what the hell she had done to make karma kick her ass like this. Chelsea, it would seem, was far from happy with her little sister who had accidentally missed a red vest when she loaded the washer that morning and by doing so had managed to dye Chelsea’s work uniforms a pastel shade of pink that was more sickly than fashionable. Her sister knew the words that would cut deeper than was necessary for this small mistake and it wasn’t long into the older Manhattan girl’s lecture that Lexi felt the prick of tears at the corner of her eye as she bit hard on her glossed lip to stop the wobble that threatened to break her composure completely. Chelsea didn’t seem to let up though and after a few more moments of being subject to the harsh words of her sibling, Lexi grabbed her bag, hoodie and stormed out of the apartment, breaking down in the deserted hallway as she raced from the complex, not even caring where she ended up, but just needed to get away from this day and the horrors it had brought her.

She ended up in the park after a short journey, but she didn’t stop walking. Lexi couldn’t understand any of today’s events. She had really only made one mistake and that was with the laundry, but everything else was nothing to do with her, and only emphasised the reasons why she hated her friends and their need for drama at times. The twenty two year old kept her head down as she walked, not wanting anyone to see the remains of her tears and the serious case of panda eyes that she probably had going on right now. However, there was one thing she didn’t factor in when she thought of this ‘logic’; she couldn’t see what was going on around her, which meant that she couldn’t see when the football flew through the air and collided with the side of her head. She was knocked off balance, stunned for a moment before the pain actually hit her and then she felt the hard impact of the pavement as she crashed to the ground, the skin on her hands scraped as she landed. She felt the build-up of tears again, the incident just adding more frustration to her emotional state as she nodded her head, still staring at the concrete when the teenage boy ran over to collect the ball, pausing briefly to ask Lexi if she was alright, before running back to his friends.

Truthfully, her head felt like it had been hit by a truck and she couldn’t decide if it was the tears that blurred her vision or the smack to the head. She sat there though, legs curled under her petite frame as she blinked back her tears and tried to regain some sense of balance even though the floor she stared at seemed to be coming closer to her and then moving away again.
It was definitely one of those days.

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TAGGED! Denver<3
WORDS! 906
OUTFIT! No Good
LYRICS! Ignorance- - - Paramore
NOTES! <3 <3 <3

[Denver Gage Sawyer]

Denny couldn’t deny he loved the park. What wasn’t there to love, really? It was outdoors, there were a million people around and it gave him the freedom to race around with his massive doggy and play around. The two were both outdoor fanatics. Denny shoved the water into the pocket of his sweater, the top hanging out the side, and then grabbed his coffee with the hand that held Duke’s leash and his croissant with the other. He had barely paid for his things before his teeth were chewing through the cheesy pastry. It was wonderful, especially considering he hadn’t eaten almost the entire day. He had managed to grab a bagel with cream cheese before racing from his house. For a doctor in training, he really didn't take very good care of himself. His sister was going to kill him when she showed up for the summer. Of course, when she did show up, she had a habit of making sure Denver ate every day. She was up before him, vacation or not, and had breakfast on the table. And there was always dinner in the microwave or oven when he got home. It was probably a good thing she still lived in Corner Brook and not in New York with him, or he’d be spoiled rotten.

Den followed the path with Duke leading the way as he finished up the last bite of pastry and threw out the remaining garbage in a green park trash can as he passed one. He loved the outdoors too much to hurt it by tossing his trash around wherever he bloody pleased. He continued along the way, heading towards the fields where he could let Duke run free. He was a well trained two year old, he would stay next to Denver if he took him off his leash, but Duke also had a habit of running up to kids. He, like his owner, adored children. And because Duke was still just a pup, he always wanted to make new friends. That meant, unfortunately, that Denny had to keep Duke on his leash until they hit the fields. It wasn't that big of a deal, Duke didn't stray too far away from Denver whenever they were out; all those hours of training taught the oversized pup something at least.

He hadn't brought a toy with him, but Duke always managed to find a good sized branch to play fetch with; even if Denver did think ahead and bring along a toy or two to toss around. He drank his coffee down quickly, burning off a couple taste buds here and there as he went. Denver made an odd face, but kept drinking the coffee like it was his lifeline; like he couldn’t live without it. It didn’t take long before that, too, was gone and he tossed the trash; just before he got to the fields. It was by far his favourite area of the park to visit. He could let Duke off his leash and know that the pup won’t run off, he could run around chasing the massive English Mastiff and no one gets all grumpy and grouchy. At the edge of the fields, Denver stopped, commanded Duke to sit and unclipped the leash to let the huge dog run off to fetch himself a proper tree branch or thick twig to play around with.

Duke didn’t get that far. Both the dog and owner, stopped, watched the girl walking through the park get hit in the head with a flyaway football, followed by a meeting of head to pavement. Denver winced on her behalf before meeting his dog at the girls’ side, just as some boy, mostly likely the culprit, ran off again. Denny shook his head, that kid really needed to learn a lesson or something; maybe manners. Den reached the girls side and knelt down to a crouch position. “’Ey dare, are ya alright? Let me take a look,” he said, not waiting for an answer before he grabbed her wrist and turned his own over to watch the clock tick seconds away. This was his element; this was stuff he could do without thinking about it. After a minute, he did the quick mental math, although he knew without having to do that, that her heart rate was a bit high, but then she had just been hit in the head not once but twice. So that was understandable.

_{~Tag~ Lexi <3
~Words~ 744
~Location~ Central Park
~Clothes~ I wanna Dance with Somebody
~Lyrics~ I wanna dance with somebody by These Kids Wear Crowns
~Notes~ <3 <3 <3}[/size]

[Lexi Piper Ryanne]

There was a lot that Lexi still had to learn and she knew that, however, she was also at that age where she thought she knew all that she needed to know and that sometimes made her a little more obnoxious than she really was. She was the youngest in her family and she had spent almost her whole life envying her sisters for being treated differently to her. Obviously, it was an age thing, but that was a game that Lexi could never win and her sisters would always be treated more maturely than she was, even when they were middle aged with families of their own. That really had nothing to do with today’s events at all, but when Lexi got upset she allowed everything that had ever made her cry to come flooding back to her just like the tears flooded down her cheeks, leaving cracks in her make-up and streams of black in their wake.
Her family was as loving as they could come, but Lexi sometimes wondered just how differently the three girls were treated individually. She knew that her parents still tried to shelter her from the world and that she was the one they seemed to constantly worry about; the minute Lexi skipped a meal or the second they thought she was eating too much, the concern appeared in the wrinkles around their eyes and the glances across the table began. It was a parent’s prerogative, she guessed, but it was still worthy of a roll from her mocha eyes.

Although, she’d rather have people caring about her too much than not caring at all. She knew friends at the college who rarely spoke to their parents, even if they lived in the city and the thought of never speaking to her family on a regular basis was one that made Lexi shudder. Granted, it would be hard to do that when she lived with Chelsea and when the girls weren’t falling out over silly things, they were as thick as thieves, often shopping in the city like they had all the money in the world to burn.

Usually, Lexi adored Central Park and most of her fondest memories had been made here, from the times she played here as a child, to the teenage years of hanging out after school and to now, when she would come here with her family or friends on a nice day to relax and unwind. Even when she was alone, Lexi enjoyed the scenery of the park; the tranquillity amidst the loud city where nothing ever stopped and the people didn’t slow down, not even for a second. She wanted to see the world one day, but she knew that nowhere would ever be like New York and that this would be the place where she would return; no holiday would be the same without the bright lights, ice skating and family dinners.
However, as much as she loved Central Park with all her heart, right now, she just wanted to get out of it. There were too many people around for her liking right now and with the emotional state she was in, she just wanted her own solitude and privacy; it was hard enough to get that in New York as it was.

When the ball collided with her head though and her head smacked the ground, things changed though and it took a few seconds to register the dog sitting at her side, sniffing at her. If there was a dog nearby then that meant that there had to be an owner, right? Her heart raced in a panic as the thought of being confronted by someone when she was such a mess filled her mind. It was too late though and she heard his voice long before she could even attempt to scramble to her feet. She blinked as he grabbed her wrist, studying him through blurred vision as he seemed to measure her pulse. Who did that? “I’m fine.”

[/color] She whispered softly, her voice cracking with the blatant lie that she said. Her head was pounding, he had seen what had happened and she probably looked as bad as she felt too. She moved the longer section of her short hair from her face and then sniffed, flicking her dark eyes to look at the young man again who seemed to be concentrating hard on his watch.
This was all a little strange for her and blinking was really the only thing she was capable of right now, not sure whether she should laugh, cry, pull her wrist back or hug him for actually showing some concern for a total stranger.
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TAGGED! Denver<3
WORDS! 812
OUTFIT! No Good
LYRICS! Ignorance- - - Paramore
NOTES! <3 <3 <3

[Denver Gage Sawyer]

Denny really didn’t like to see people in pain; a downside to his chosen profession, but still. It was especially difficult to see the kids who happened to be his main patients in pain, but he still cringed when it was someone older, too. More than that though, he really hated to see people not take the responsibility they should have for their actions. A simple “are you okay?” just wasn’t good enough in Denver’s books. People needed to be looked over, treated if need be and offered something to calm them down, also if need be. Not just a simple, hurried question and barely the time it took for the injured to answer. Where were the manners of these people? Maybe it was his Canadian upbringing, or maybe just the Newfie one, but it really got to him when people didn’t stop long enough to hear the words that were being said.

When he’d seen the girl get hit and then take that fall, Denny Sawyer left the park, and left Dr. D. Sawyer in his place. Carefully, he let go of her wrist, straightened his hunched back while staying in his crouched position and hit the girl with a big smile. “I’m sure you tink so,” he said easily enough. He knew shock when he saw it, and on top of that it looked like she had been crying. He knew his sister well enough to have seen that look a hundred times before he’d left for school, and at least twenty times each and every time she visited him in the summer time. His heart broke at the sight of those red rimmed eyes. He just couldn’t stand seeing girl’s cry he wanted to console and help in whatever way he could. All his years in New York hadn’t taken that, or his fairly thick accent away from him. He flicked his gaze away from the girl for a moment; just long enough to narrow his gaze at his furry companion and give a quick shake of his head. Duke had been slowly inching closer and closer to the pretty brunette’s lap, and that wouldn’t have been good. Duke was a huge dog, being an English Mastiff, but for whatever reason, he thought himself some sort of lap dog and always wanted to sit or lay in Den’s, or whoever was convenient at the time’s lap.

Denny let his arms fall to rest against his knees as he turned his attention back to the pretty girl with that easy grin on his face. It showed his concern for her; he never was able to hide his emotions all that well. “Come on, I’ll ‘elp ya up,” he said, standing to his full height of six two. He held his hand out to her, waiting for her to accept his help. Duke sat up properly and nudged her shoulder softly, urging her on. The dog, for all the trouble he brought, was really helpful and often humanoid in actions. Truthfully, it was a bit disconcerting when he pulled stunts like this, like he knew what his master was thinking and moved without being prompted. “I won’t ‘urt ya, I promise,” he said, hoping she could see the truth in his eyes. “I’m a doctor,” he added as an afterthought. People tended to relax a little more once they knew he wasn’t just some random creeper. And if she accepted his hand, he’d walk her to the nearest bench, get her to sit down and breathe while he raced off to get her something to drink. He’d completely forgotten about the unopened bottle of water in his pocket. And when he returned, hopefully she was still sitting there; he’d sit with her and just talk to her. She looked like she could really use a shoulder, and probably an ear or two; along with a brain that could function properly and answer her honestly.

_{~Tag~ Lexi <3
~Words~ 655
~Location~ Central Park
~Clothes~ I wanna Dance with Somebody
~Lyrics~ I wanna dance with somebody by These Kids Wear Crowns
~Notes~ <3 <3 <3}[/size]

[Lexi Piper Ryanne]

Someone had seen the events unfold and that wounded Lexi’s pride and reputation more than the football had wounded her head. She had grown up believing that a reputation was almost everything and she had strived to work so damn hard to get to where she was now socially, that for something like this to get back to her ‘friends’ at college, it would mean months of teasing and mocking; something Lexi never wanted to happen again. It was stupid and the voice in her head told her that; the football could’ve hit anyone on the path, she just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time on this terrible day for her. There was nothing she could’ve done and there was no way that she could’ve even ducked in time to avoid the double collision that literally had her seeing stars.

Lexi didn’t cry a lot. The harsh words and mocking of her youth had toughened her skin more than anyone would really know and it took a lot these days to bring the young brunette to tears. Things could bring her down and put her in a sad mood, but usually she was an expert on blinking back the tears and dealing with them things by letting it go over her head during a good night’s sleep. Today had just been too much though and when this caring stranger flashed her a huge smile that seemed genuine enough, it pushed her over the edge again, big pools of tears falling from her dry eyes, but this time it was from a sort of relieved feeling that washed over Lexi. She wasn’t used to the uncaring folk of New York and her family’s financial position usually meant that people were fake with her, acting nice just so that they could mingle with the wealth of Manhattan and their social status could improve; her whole life was reputation and most of the people she mixed with knew that too. It was unbearable at times and Lexi knew that most of her friends just saw her as another requirement on their list to get to the top. This guy though, he didn’t know anything about her, her family, or who she was and yet he showed her more consideration in a few seconds that Lexi’s friends had shown her in four years of college.
She noticed the dog at her side and tentatively reached out to scratch his ears. The large pet was the closest she had to a teddy bear of sorts now and Lexi desperately wanted something soft and cuddly to try and quell the surge of emotions gushing from her right now. Plus, whilst she knew most girls went for the fluffiest, stereotypically cute dogs to fuss over, Lexi loved the unique beauty of this English Mastiff, the animal reminding her of how not everything had to be conventional to be beautiful.

She focused a little too much on such things thanks to her eyes and the way she saw the world. Lexi was always looking for the things that made it beautiful; something her therapist had encouraged her to do with herself when she was younger and in the rehabilitation clinic; it was something that had stuck with her ever since. Lexi blinked up at him, realising how tall he was as he offered his hand out to her, the dog nudging her softly and bringing a small smile to her face easily. There was something about animals that made it hard to say no. She extended her manicured hand to meet his and then pushed herself up from the ground, brushing the dirt from the back of her pale jeans as she stumbled slightly, finding her balance as the world momentarily spun for the petite girl. “Thanks.”

[/color] She whispered, casting her gaze to the ground as her shy side peeked out from beneath the dark hair on her head.
Her eyes widened when he mentioned his profession. She knew that doctors were there to help people and that she really had no reason to panic, but she was always paranoid around anyone from the medical profession these days. She always wondered if they could tell that she had a lifelong recovery from bulimia ahead of her, or if she looked too skinny beneath the clothes she wore. She kept that part of her life private and the very thought that someone may be able to see through her and read her mind was something that turned her stomach.
The world was still spinning a little as she realised her hand was still clinging to his, shaking slightly as she controlled the panic inside of her, reminding herself why he had approached her in the first place; he was more interested in the throbbing of her head than her medical history. “Did I say thanks?”[/color] She asked quietly, looking up at him with damp eyes, just wanting to say something rather than stand there like a total fool. He seemed sweet and friendly enough for her to forget about his career and her own worries. Plus, it was still nice of someone to actually help her and not point and laugh.
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TAGGED! Denver<3
WORDS! 900
OUTFIT! No Good
LYRICS! Ignorance- - - Paramore
NOTES! <3 <3 <3

[Denver Gage Sawyer]

He knew she’d be okay, it was his job to know these kinds of things, but that didn’t stop him from being glad about it. Denny held her hand as she stood and, kept a firm grasp until he was sure she could stand on her own two feet without trying to introduce her face to the ground again. He was pretty sure that first meeting was enough for both parties. Once he was sure, he loosened his grip but kept his fingers wrapped around hers. He nodded at Duke, who was now sitting back wagging his tail, with a pleased smile on his face. Den shrugged off the thanks; it wasn’t necessary at all. It was just instinct and something he wished more people would do in this situation.

He didn’t notice that she was probably thinner than she should have been; after all, his specialty was kids and always had been kids. Adult problems and complications blew past him like leaves on the wind. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t know what the problems are; ways to solve them, or anything else, it was just that he didn’t particularly care about them as much. They probably had a childhood; they played sports, went to school and had friends who weren’t all sick and practically chained to a hospital bed. The kids he saw almost every day wouldn’t get that chance; not ever, it was too late for them. They had to grow up before their time, deal with things that no child should have to deal with. Some of their friends, the ones they made around the children’s ward where there one day and gone from the world the next.

It drove him crazy when he saw arrogant people who thought the kids didn’t matter. The kids were the future and they deserved more care. But all of that didn’t matter to this moment in time. He was standing there, with a pretty brunette and he didn’t even know her name. Denver chuckled at her question and nodded, “You did, yes. And, you are quite welcome, Miss Damsel” he said, tearing himself away from her deep eyes to search out the nearest of two things; either a bench to sit or a vendor for coffee or water. He spotted the bench first. “’Ow ‘bout we take a seat over dare on dat bench, hmm?” he asked, bending down to snatch the leash from the ground. He figured he’d get her to sit down, and since Duke had seemed to have taken a liking to her, get her to watch him while he dashed off to search out that vendor and get her something hot, or maybe cold. Cold might have been better for her. “I’m Denver, by da way. I should ‘ave mentioned dat earlier.”

He walked carefully, slowly with her, until they reached the bench. “If you’d like t’ wait ‘ere, I’ll get some water or something from the vendor over dare,” he smirked, looking down into her dark eyes. “Unless you’d like something else?” He asked, afterward, wondering if she would prefer a coffee or a tea or something entirely. He usually drank coffee, but that was mostly because of his awkward shifts where he had to stay awake for long hours. He loved sleep, and he was quite good at it. That joke about people being good in bed because they could sleep for hours fit Denny almost perfectly. He was a big fan of a good night’s sleep, but being a doctor, he didn’t always get that, so some major caffeine fixes were his next option.

_{~Tag~ Lexi <3
~Words~ 603
~Location~ Central Park
~Clothes~ I wanna Dance with Somebody
~Lyrics~ I wanna dance with somebody by These Kids Wear Crowns
~Notes~ <3 <3 <3}[/size]

[Lexi Piper Ryanne]

Lexi was never the kind of child who was covered in cuts and bruises. She was always, surprisingly, co-ordinated from a young age and it was rare for her to bump into tables or posts when she was a toddler, the events becoming even rarer as she grew up. Even now, at twenty two, she was able to take on the city in a pair of six inch heels without a single stumble or trip. It was pretty amazing and if walking and being careful was a party trick then Lexi would claim it as hers. Her only stint in a hospital was when she was admitted after collapsing from a lack of nutrition when she was sixteen. The place wasn’t nice, the nurses had been bitter and the doctor frowned at everything Lexi told him. He didn’t know what it was like to be a teenage girl and she begged and pleaded with her father to find another doctor, but he was – apparently – the best around and so that was who she would have, whether she hated him or not.

She managed a small smile, the tears having ebbed now and the sun finally shining down on her hellish day. Sure, it was just consideration or his job, but it was still nice to have a stranger show concern for the small historian who would’ve probably still been on the floor if it wasn’t for him rushing over with his dog to check on her. As the youngest child in her family, she was used to being fussed over, but not so much recently with her sisters working hard at their own careers and Lexi herself trying to plan for the future once graduation was over. She didn’t have the faintest clue what she would do, but she had done more than some of the people she had been to high school with. She wanted to do something that would make a difference, but the young historian couldn’t think of much else to do with her life than to become a museum curator one day. However, the future and the thought of it was something that scared Lexi into acting fake and just like the rest of her friends who she secretly couldn’t stand.

Lexi blushed delicately, dipping her head as she tried to tuck her hair behind her ear, the length working against her though and dropping the chocolate strands back into her face. “Oh, right. I guess the football hit me pretty hard.”

[/color] Her voice remained quiet as she tried to hide the embarrassment of getting hit by the darn thing in the first place and needing his help to get back up on her feet. She wasn’t used to being caught so off guard or being so vulnerable, which made her a littler quieter than normal in front of this handsome and friendly doctor. She nodded softly at his suggestion and watched as he bent down to grab the leash, her fingers toying nervously with the chain around her neck. Her head was still throbbing slightly, but it had only been moments since she had bashed it against ball and concrete. She managed another smile and tilted her chin so that she could look into his face this time, rather than at her boots like she had been doing. “I’m Alexandria. Lexi.”[/color] She told him, giving him her full name before the nickname that everyone had called her by for years, aside from when she was in trouble or filling out official forms.

She followed him to the bench, not moving too fast in case she lurched to the ground again. Her body was trembling a little from the mixture of emotions and bangs to the head and she didn’t want her legs to give out underneath her and make her look even more foolish than she already did. Lexi took a seat on the bench and toyed with her hair again, brushing it aimlessly from her eyes once more, forgetting that she had been crying now. “Water’s fine, so long as it’s cold. I hate warm water.”[/color] It made her gag, but she hastily fished into her purse for some money. He had already helped her up, she didn’t want him spending money on an unnecessary bottle of water too.
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TAGGED! Denver<3
WORDS! 749
OUTFIT! No Good
LYRICS! Ignorance- - - Paramore
NOTES! <3 <3 <3

[Denver Gage Sawyer]

Denver smiled softly down at the girl. It was just his job or his training that made him stop and help her; though it did help that he had a medical background. But he stopped because it was the right thing to do and he really hated seeing people in pain when it could have been helped. He shook his head, “Nah, It’s more shock dan awe,” he said, hoping the words would help in some way. It was so much easier talking to the kids, which was why in some sort of subconscious manner he’d chosen to help children over adults. You didn’t have to worry them with big words or medical terms. You didn’t have to put the fear of God in them to get them to do anything. Offer a game of Go Fish, or promise to colour with them and they would do anything you asked. Add in the occasional ice cream snuck in from the outside and they would help you help them. Adults wanted to do what they wanted, they didn’t care that they were dying so long as they could have that one last cigarette.

There was nothing to be embarrassed about, and Denny could see that she felt that she was. He thought that was adorable. “Pleasure t’ meet you, Lexi, an’ dis is Duke,” he leaned closer in a conspiratorial action. “Careful wit’ dat one. ‘E tinks ‘e’s a small little lap dog,” he confided in a whisper. Hearing his name, Duke’s ears perked up as well as they could have and he turned his head slightly as if to ask “why are you talking about me now?” There weren’t many things in Denny’s life that he could honestly say he loved; his sister, mother, his job and Duke. And Duke, for all his odd behaviours was easily his favourite in the City.

At the bench, Den let go of Duke’s leash again. The English Mastiff was trained enough to just sit there unless he was prompted to do otherwise. And with the added fact that their new companion had been hurt, he’d stick to her side like glue. Den was even starting to think he should bring the bugger into the hospital, to visit those kids who could have guests of the canine variety. It would bring a spark to some of their eyes, he though, liking the idea more and more. The next chance he got, he’d talk to his supervisor about it. He already had a mental list of the kids who could have Duke in their rooms. The only problem that Denny could see would be to get Duke to not want to jump around on the beds and play tag with the kids.

He shook his head, and laid his hand down on Lexi’s shoulder, “You ‘ad best be diggin’ around in dat bottomless pit fer some of dat gloss, or something not paper an’ green in colour,” he said with an easy smile, before looking down at the moving statue sitting next to her with his tail wagging. “Tell you what, you watch over Duke, ‘ere, not dat ‘e’ll leave your side at da moment anyway, and I’ll treat fer drinks,” he said, not willing to give in. So, he didn’t even give her a chance to protest, he just turned and started off towards the vendor at an easy jog. At the vendor, he slowed down his accent and made sure he pronounced his words carefully. He’d lost count at how many times he’d been running late and raced through his order just to get an “excuse me, can you repeat that?” Den had definitely learned his lesson. He asked for two bottles of water, took the cash from his wallet and handed the bills over, before stuffing the wallet back into his pocket, tossing the change in after it and accepting the ice cold bottles of water. As he was walking back to the bench, he went to put one of the bottles in his pocket to find another already there. And then he remembered that he’d grabbed one earlier for Duke.

Back at the bench, he took a seat next to Lexi and handed over one of the cold bottles, before setting the other one down next to him and tugging out the forgotten one from his pocket. “’Ere you are, one ice cold water,” he said, his easy grin in place. He unscrewed that one, and patted his thigh for Duke. The dog moved over to his side and tilted his head a bit to catch as much of the water that Denny poured out for him as possible.

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[Lexi Piper Ryanne]

Already, Lexi was beginning to feel better after her day from hell. Sure, the problems had all been trivial and things that would probably have passed by the end of the week, but the way they had mounted up on her young shoulders had been enough to break her; the ball to the head was just the icing on the cake for the short haired brunette. However, this guy’s act of kindness had been enough to ease some of the sorrow and Lexi was actually able to genuinely smile again; a feat she thought impossible for the rest of the day. “Shock? I can handle shock.”

[/color] She joked lamely. Wit was hardly her strong suit, but right now Lexi was still reeling from the embarrassment she was far from used to these days, but that came so naturally to her when she was exposed like this, away from the plastic friends of hers.

She was about to look at her boots again when he leaned into her face, startling her slightly into blinking repeatedly before smiling softly once more. “I’ll do my best, but I doubt I’ll be much of a fight for this fella.”[/color] She said, looking at the dog’s build and reaching down to scratch his ears again. She was fairly certain that if he tried to climb onto her lap, she may be crushed. She was only petite in both height and build and she struggled a lot of the time to lift her stack of books in the library. “He’s adorable though.”[/color] She added afterwards, smiling down at the dog and wishing that Chelsea would allow more pets in their apartment. Lexi adored her parrots to bits, but there was only so much fun she could have with them and her sister didn’t seem too keen on the idea of a little puppy or kitten scuttling about and ruining the placed she worked hard to keep pristine. At least now Lexi was coming out of her shell a bit, the embarrassment slowly and gradually ebbing as she grew more relaxed around Denver and his dog that, if she could carry, would have been in her arms and coming home with her forever. Plus, she’d feel too bad if she did that and probably wouldn’t even make it out of the park before she’d have to return the creature to his loyal owner.

Her head still throbbed slightly and she could feel the start of a headache coming on, but that could be thanks to the emotional breakdown she had suffered earlier. She was thankful for one thing right now, and that was that she could just be herself. Usually, when she met people, she automatically turned into Lexi the little social butterfly who agreed with whatever was said and played the role of rich, Manhattan princess to a ‘t’. It wasn’t who she really was though and as she sat on the bench, she didn’t feel the need to daintily cross her legs, or live up to the expectations that her so called friends would put in place for her. She still didn’t know why she spent time with them, but her self-esteem often benefitted from them and as terrible as it made her feel, it was sometimes what kept her from rock bottom, despite hating herself for it and wishing there was another way that she could find.

She jumped slightly at the touch of his hand on her shoulder. Her emotional state was leaving her a little jumpier than normal and she blushed again at how irrational a reaction it had been. She blinked and then let her hands fall still inside the bag that was indeed crammed with all kinds of things, from her cell phone, to notes from class. “I think I probably need more than gloss right now.”[/color] She mumbled, scared to search out the compact in her bag out of fear of how bad she actually looked. Make-up and crying were never a good match and whilst Lexi didn’t layer the cosmetics on, she did wear enough for it to look messy right now, thanks to the salty rivers that had traced their way down her flushed cheeks only moments before. “Thanks…”[/color] Lexi began to say, but he was already strolling towards the vendor before she could say another word. She smiled to herself at how sweet Denver was being considering she was a stranger and looked down at the dog sitting by her side, shifting slightly to pay Duke more attention whilst she waited for him to return to the bench where he had left her.

She gratefully accepted the cold bottle of water from him. “Thanks…again.”[/color] She said, chuckling softly at how many times she was thanking him. No one could ever say that she lacked manners! Slowly she sipped from the bottle, sighing softly as she swallowed the icy liquid, feeling a little better already.
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TAGGED! Denver<3
WORDS! 855
OUTFIT! No Good
LYRICS! Ignorance- - - Paramore
NOTES! <3 <3 <3

[Denver Gage Sawyer]

Denny was from a fairly small city. The population of which was quite possibly even less than a quarter of New York’s. But he had never really loved his hometown. Oh, sure, he liked it a lot, it was great running around Corner Brook with his friends, going off to one of the smaller cove’s for a day of four-wheeling or skidooing, through the back woods. And there was a pretty awesome hill a few minutes outside of the city for snowboarding and skiing, with a quaint lodge for lunch and food and stuff. He’d spent a ton of time there when he was growing up, against his mothers wishes. But nothing, not even all that open space beat the concrete jungle of New York City for him. He especially loved that there was this outdoor paradise in the middle of the city he grew to love so much.

Denver laughed at her attempt at the joke. That was a plus side. At least she was acting like she was feeling better. Although, really, he couldn’t actually gauge that since he didn’t really know her, but he thought so anyway. She was smiling and joking around, so those were good things. Denny laughed, shaking his head. “You’d be surprised. ‘E really does tink ‘e’s some small little critter. I’ve lost count ‘ow many times ‘e’s jumped up on me bed to snuggle and push me out,” he chuckled at the memory. He’d done it so many times in the last two years after adopting him from the pet store, it was a miracle Den wasn’t as bruised as he was. Denver looked down at the face that had tugged at his heart two years earlier, begging him to take him home. He couldn’t say no at the time and he still had trouble sometimes. There was a faint smile on his face when he looked back up at Lexi, “Tank you, I tink so, too.”

Denver stopped and took a moment to look at the young woman he’d helped; really look at her. She was the type that didn’t need make-up to look pretty. Sure, she probably wore it to make herself feel better or look more attractive, which it was for, but Denver didn’t think Lexi needed it. She had a bit of a black streak at the corner of her eye, but it had also been clear that she had been crying and it was hardly noticeable. At the moment, one of them probably should have been thanking whoever created waterproof make-up. Denny shook his head, “Not at all. Pretty as a picture,” he said, using the same phrase he’d heard many times growing up as a kid. Apparently it was a major saying in Newfoundland.

After he was finished giving Duke a drink, he capped that bottle and opened the other for himself. He figured telling her no problem another time would get annoying. Hearing thank you, was something he heard every day from parents, patients and kids alike, so he usually just smiled, nodded his head and offered a lollypop or treat to the kids. He would never, could never call those kids patients. It just seemed like it cemented their illnesses, and he didn’t want to be that doctor, to make them feel like there wasn’t a chance for their recovery. And the ones that already knew they were terminal, Denny tried his damnedest to give them some fun while they were in his care.

He capped his own bottle and set it down on the bench. “So, Lexi, if you don’t mind my askin’, what got you so upset?” he asked as politely as he could. If she didn’t want him to know, she could say so and he would gladly change the topic. Absently, he started rubbing the top of Duke’s head, as he always did when the large dog was near him. “Also,” he added with a slightly embarrassed chuckle, “Tell me at anytime, if my accent gets too tough for ya. I’ll slow it down. I tend to forget not everyone can understand me.” He often forgot that he spoke fast and half the time his words came out in a slur because he was saying them so fast they just jumbled together in a mess. He’d gotten better since working at the hospital. But sometimes, there were kids who loved his accent, how odd it was, and how they’d never heard anything like it that he over exaggerated it and made a mess of whatever he was saying. It got the kids to laugh, though, and that was his main priority by doing it.

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[Lexi Piper Ryanne]

Lexi’s life had always been New York and her home had always been in Manhattan. Things were so fast paced and constantly changing that there could never be a dull moment in the city and there was rarely enough time to dwell on one matter before it was over in the blink of an eye. That was why Lexi felt rather foolish for letting the events of the day get to her so much; it’d probably be over before she woke up the next morning and the next bit of scandalous drama would already be in play. However, she would be a little more reluctant to move on so easily, especially after a milkshake had been thrown all over her in front of the hall dining hall!

At least he laughed at her words and whether it was a genuine laugh or a fake one, it still worked to raise Lexi’s spirits and take her one more step away from her misery that had been previously hanging over her head like a dark storm cloud. At least there was a silver lining to her cloud and who would’ve thought it would be in the shape of a football and a rather friendly doctor who had been able to make her smile without really trying, or at least that is what she thought. She looked back down at the dog and smiled contently to herself. “He just wants cuddles, don’t you Duke?”

[/color] She would’ve slid from the bench to crouch before the animal as she scratched behind his ears, but she figured that the pounding in her head probably wouldn’t result in the smoothest of movements and she was a little scared that she’d headbutt either the bench or the ground again, neither of which she wanted.

She froze as she realised he was looking at her and not just examining her head this time. She didn’t know how she looked right now and she was a little paranoid that he could see right through her; a silly thought to start with, but it was a lingering thought that made her panic a little, her heart rate increasing slightly before he spoke, reassuring her in one sense, yet making her more nervous in another. She opened her mouth to respond, but then Lexi felt her cheeks burning as a heated blush flooded through her face. Sure, girls liked anything that suggested they were pretty, but considering Lexi’s past, it always had more of an effect on the petite brunette. It made her confidence soar, yet at the same time, put her in a state of disbelief because of the ‘ugly’ taunts that had followed her throughout school. She looked at her hands in her lap, twisting the ring on her finger as she allowed her dark hair to hide her blush from Denver. She really felt silly now, and tapped her feet nervously as she prayed for the scarlet hue to leave her cheeks.

She sipped at her water bottle delicately, suddenly feeling dehydrated from all the crying and sobbing that had come a little earlier in the day. She had been raised with perfect manners though and wouldn’t gulp any drink given to her, despite how much she craved it and so Lexi stuck with frequent small sips as they sat on the bench, her eyes mainly fixed on Duke, because she figured it would be a little on the strange and creepy side to stare at Denver whilst they silently drank their water and he tended to his pet.

Lexi smiled again, this time a more sorrowful smile as she shrugged his question off, realising that her emotional breakdown had been over something so trivial, that it seemed stupid to really have to talk about it. Still, once again his kindness seemed to cheer her up some more. “Ever had one of those days that starts off horribly and just keeps getting worse? That pretty much sums it up without me weighing you down with stupid girly details.”[/color] She said simply, pretty sure that he wouldn’t want to hear about the pettiness of the female world. She looked at him and laughed heartily at his comment about his accent. She hadn’t struggled so far to understand him, but now that he told her about it, the thickness of it really seemed to hit her. “I’ll be sure to do so, but don’t worry, you’ve been crystal so far.”[/color] She kind of liked his different accent and found it cute that people sometimes struggled to understand him when he clearly seemed to have a heart of gold and all the right intentions.
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TAGGED! Denver<3
WORDS! 806
OUTFIT! No Good
LYRICS! Ignorance- - - Paramore
NOTES! <3 <3 <3

[Denver Gage Sawyer]

She was beautiful. He couldn’t deny that like he couldn’t deny his roots; as much as he tried, he failed every time. And Duke sitting so attentively next to her like a sentinel soldier was just adorable. He had really taken to the young brunette and lot quicker than he took to some of his neighbours, whom have been known to walk him from time to time. The kids around the building, as few as there were, Duke loved, but the parents of said children? Not so much. It amused him sometimes how alike they seemed. Although, soon enough, they wouldn’t be living in that apartment, Denny eventually wanted to move into a house or at the very least a bigger place.

Denver laughed. ”I ‘ave a sister in ‘igh school. Believe me, I’ve probably ‘eard everyting dere is wit concerns to girly details. She calls ‘er big brother for advice, poor me,” he said with a shake of his head. Really, he absolutely adored his baby sister, and loved trying to help her out whenever she called or showed up during the summer. “But I get what you mean. I ‘ave ‘em once in a while, me-self,” he said, thinking about times when he lost patients. It was never nice or good to lose a patient, but it was somehow ten times worse when it was a kid. Going into pediatrics was probably a bad decision on Denver’s part, because of his empathic nature, but someone had to take care of them, and why not him?

Denny uncapped his bottle of water again to chug it back. He’d never been raised with the “proper manners” of the rich and fabulous. He’d been raised with the down home, old fashioned manners, and he was damn proud of the fact that they still ruled a large part of his life; especially on dates. He was the guy that would show up at his dates house with flowers, never roses; they were too traditional, but something no one ever expects. He once brought peonies to a girl he was seeing. He was the type that held all the doors open, kept up a stream of conversation that hit on all topics that interested his date. And probably a bit childish, but he enjoyed playing a friendly game of twenty questions. It really broke the ice and allowed him to know the person he was with and even got a few laughs out of it, too.

Denny laughed, capping his bottle once again. “Well, I tink dat may be a first. I’m always bein’ told to slow it down. Unless it’s one of the kids, they seem to love it, so, whatever makes ‘em ‘appy,” he said with an easy grin. There were a couple kids on the floor that loved listening to him read them stories. Chances were they didn’t understand half the words coming from his mouth, but they enjoyed themselves and Denver had to admit, he loved his rounds on the floor. Denver shook his head. This was no time for his mind to be racing off to the hospital where he worked. His shift was over, it was time to leave the office, at the office. Here he was, sitting on a park bench in New York City, with a pretty girl and his mind was one part worried about her and another back at the hospital. He really had to learn to compartmentalize; but then, he knew it wouldn’t work anyway. He’d be forever bringing his work home with him.

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[Lexi Piper Ryanne]

Lexi simply adored the dog sitting next her, loyally obeying his master. She had pets of her own, but they were parrots and whilst she loved to let them fly around the apartment when Chelsea was out at work, there was only so much to expect from parrots and she spent more time stopping the pair from fighting in their aviary than chuckling softly over their cuteness. Aphrodite and Artemis were wonderful, exotic creatures, but other than one or two moments, they pretty much lived their life separately to Lexi. She did kind of wish that she had someone to hop on her bed in the morning and greet her with sloppy kisses when she opened the door. It was just a nightmare that Chelsea had such strict rules about what could and couldn’t be in the apartment with them. Moving out wasn’t an option either for her, as her family would never leave her alone in case she did something foolish again.

Lexi laughed softly, moving her hair from her eyes as she envisioned a rather funny image of Denver in the middle of a circle of screaming high school girls and their drama. It was rather cute and Lexi thought that his little sister was lucky to have a brother willing to listen. Sure, she had her sisters but, what was that old saying? “Too many cooks spoil the broth.” And when it came to the Ryanne sisters, that was ever so true. If she turned to her sister’s for advice on her problems, a full scale cat fight and revenge battle plan would be set in motion and Lexi never, ever, wanted to see the consequences of that, if it ever came about. “At least you can stand to listen to it. I think I’ve had enough of petty drama to last me a lifetime. And strawberry milkshakes.”

[/color] She added as an afterthought, suddenly realising that the shirt she wore under her hoodie was still covered in the sticky drink; after Chelsea yelled at her, changing her clothes seemed to be the last thing on her mind as she raced out of the door. She shook her head though and looked at the bottle in her hands. “I was just silly enough to let it all tip me over to tears.”[/color] She admitted, really feeling stupid and pathetic for crying over what was, literally, spilt milk and a few PMS tantrums.

She smiled across at him and shook her head. “I’ve been around people a lot harder to understand.”[/color] They were mainly at the galas her family forced her to attend, where Lexi was paraded as the youngest Ryanne who would politely speak to everyone before retreating to a table to sip delicately at a cocktail her mother had ordered for her. At public events, her family guarded her more than normal, still ashamed of Lexi’s teenage stint in a rehabilitation centre for her disorder. It would be terrible for the family to have to admit that they had completely missed out the obvious signs of their daughter’s condition and it would be even worse to have to admit that they were still scared of doing the same again. Those galas made Lexi feel awfully lonely and miserable. However, her ears had picked up on another thing that Denver had said and she looked at him with a curious twinkle in her dark eyes. “Kids?”[/color] She queried with a soft tug at the side of her lips. She hadn’t pegged him for a father and she assumed that if he was talking about his own kids, then he should probably explain why they couldn’t understand him. The happiness that seemed to shoot through him though when he mentioned them really only sparked her curiosity more.

Truthfully, Lexi would’ve loved to be a big sister, but she never got that opportunity. Her father put his foot down after four daughters had been born; he still joked that they were to blame for the recent hair loss. She couldn’t fault him though. He had been an amazing father to the girls and had even mediated a number of their bitchy arguments when the house was overflowing with teenage hormones and popularity and beauty contests between the girls. Lexi remember one night when Melinda was accusing Stacey of using her face scrub and by doing so, had caused Melinda to break out in a bad case of acne. It was silly little things like that that made Lexi long for another sibling who she could put on the right path and protect against her sister’s screaming matches in the house big enough to hold another eight kids.
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TAGGED! Denver<3
WORDS! 812
OUTFIT! No Good
LYRICS! Ignorance- - - Paramore
NOTES! <3 <3 <3

[Denver Gage Sawyer]

Den was actually thinking about getting another animal. Just so Duke wasn’t alone during the long days he worked. It would mean paying the kids in his secured building that he actually trusted more money, but that wasn’t a big deal at all. He loved animals, and had a few growing up. Plus, a couple of his buddies lived in farms just outside of city limits, so he was always being volunteered for morning duty; especially when he spent the night. Which, he had to admit was a lot more than his mother would like to admit. He loved living on the farm for all the animals, but he wouldn’t be able to do it now. Denver needed the city’s sounds and lights. He probably wouldn’t be able to sleep if sirens and neon lights weren’t invading every inch of his life; though to be fair, the only reason he had neon lights invading his home were from down the street. And the only times the sirens interrupted a peaceful night, were if he left the windows open.

Den was lucky enough to live in a good building in a good part of the Big Apple. It certainly beat the dorms where he had stayed as a requirement for the first year of schooling. However the stipulation came about, after his freshman year, he was allowed to live off campus, so he’d gotten his freshman roommate to go half on the small two bedroom apartment the following year. Neither of them were going home during the summers; Denver because he took classes to finish his school faster and his friend because he just didn’t want to go back to backwoods, Indiana or wherever it was he was from. Den knew, he’d been told hundreds of times, but he never failed to forget. Once he’d gotten his internship, and his friend got his, they stayed living together for a while, but then decided that it would be better if they got their own places. Denver didn’t deny that since his sister was getting older, he needed a place for her as well instead of her stealing his room for the two months of summer.

He’d been another that hadn’t needed much help understanding the Newfie boy and they still meet up at least once a week for beers and games. Strawberry milkshakes caught Denny’s attention and brought his mind from making a mental note to call up his buddy and make plans to the present. He raised his brow, but refrained, barely from commenting on that specific bit. He still had that easy smile on his face; a constant fixture for him. “I don’t tink I’d go so far to say I can stand to listen to it. I mean I know more about my baby sister dan I’d care for, but at least she knows she can come to me for anyting at all. And really, I’d much rader dat dan ‘er go to ‘er mom or dad and get ‘erself grounded until she was ninety,” he said simply enough and it was the truth. The things he knew about his little sister were shocking; at least they were to a big brother who went around wishing he could pretend she was that sweet little innocent thing he left in Corner Brook when he’d gotten that full ride.

Denver shook his head, disagreeing with her instantly. “You’re not silly. From what I can see, you’re far from it. You’re allowed to let yourself cry every now and den; release of emotions and all dat. It’s good for the mind and body,” he said, acting as if he knew what he was talking about. He did know that if you went around acting as though nothing touched you, people started to wonder if you were even human. He worked with a couple people in Peds, that acted like that and Denny caught himself wondering how they could be so detached when it came to kids. Clearly those people didn’t have kids or ever want them. Den smiled, pleased she could understand him so well. It really was kind of annoying to have to keep reminding oneself to slow down the words so others could hear. He hadn’t lived in Corner Brook since he was eighteen and yet, his accent was still as thick as if he’d stepped off the plane an hour before. “Good, I’m glad,” he said, meaning it.

Denver chuckled, seeing that look all too often before when he got carried away speaking about work. It was a bad habit he had, rambling on and on about the work he did. But when something was so important to you, you wanted to share it with anyone willing to listen. “I’m currently interning at da ‘ospital, specializing in Pediatrics; ‘ence da kids,” he said, explaining. He really should start remembering to mention that. It would clear up so much and have people not sending him daggers for being a dad with an apparent brood of mini-him’s. Den loved kids, wanted a few of his own one day, but he also wanted to make sure his kids had a good, comfortable childhood as well.

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