text, u.n: j.watson

[enarms]

He looks cute but he's a thieving little shit. If you've lost anything small over the last few weeks, sorry. I'll bring it back if you get in touch.

[ is this John Watson, posting photos of his ferret to soothe the masses? it might be. but he also genuinely does have a room full of trinkets that don't belong to him, and there are also a few attached images here of all the things his little tyke of an animal has thieved while John's been otherwise engaged.

(but mostly he's just hanging out with a long fluff, finding it therapeutic and wants to share the feeling - and hey, sooner or later somebody has to get back to pretending nothing's happening and treating the network like a Facebook wall. why not him?) ]

(( ooc: feel free to chime in with "that X in the picture is mine"/"do you have my Y?" etc if you fancy it! basic guidelines are if a ferret could feasibly carry it, this ferret could feasibly have stolen it. ))

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[enarms]

[ God. on the plus side, it could definitely have been worse. he's laughing, it's fine. ]

Thankfully, no. Definitely had my fill of that working A&E. The good thing about working at a brothel is everybody already knows how to have sex safely. [ John drains the rest of his first glass, pushes it across the bar for an easy collect. ] Mostly I'm patching up the messes the security staff make of the punters who push their luck.

[tailorable]

[ just in time for the second round, Watson. the two glasses arrive, and Eggsy immediately lifts his pint with his left hand. ]

Least it isn't boring, then. [ unlike being a typical doctor, maybe. he leans forward in obvious interest. ] What's the wildest shit you've seen working there?

[ sounds like there are some savage fights. ]

[enarms]

[ it's better than a GP surgery job any day, that's for sure. huh, though - the question gives him pause. John takes a second to pluck a particularly good one out of the memory banks—

huffs a close-mouthed laugh. got it. ]

Still to this day don't know exactly what happened to start it all, but I walked out of my office to one of the models haring down the corridor wielding a [ - ahem - ] cat-o-nine-tails. Usually recreational, not so much that day. Got a good few lashes in on this arsehole before security turned up.