Running Out Of Time {David}

[David Hale]

“Be careful,” Delilah whispered behind him as he entered the kitchen. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear she was about to burst out into a fit of giggles once again.
David’s expression soured a little as he rolled his eyes, though he really couldn’t get too mad at her over this, as he had looked pretty foolish just a minute ago. “Haha. Your sense of humor is truly of the highest caliber.” He muttered sarcastically, sounding surprisingly casual. He really needn’t bother with professionalism any more, now that she’d witnessed his clumsy antics. Who would take someone like that seriously? Heck, he wouldn’t take himself seriously right now.
Maybe in a few minutes, she’d have forgotten about the whole ordeal and he could slip back into his usual role.

Searching, upon searching upon searching didn’t provide him with the items he needed, and David was really starting to get irritated. It didn’t help that Delilah was mentioning moldy bagels.
“Great… where did they put it?” he asked rhetorically as he bent down to search a lower shelf.
“Aha! Jackpot!” she exclaimed suddenly, making David jerk up a little bit too quickly and hitting his head against a shelf. He really didn’t care about that right now though, and instantly rose to his feet to join Delilah.
“What is it? Did you find it?” he asked hopefully as he followed her gaze and her overexcited pointing. His face instantly lit up when he spotted the box up on the top shelf.
“Finally…” he sighed in relief as he gave the woman a quick pad on the shoulder, “Excellent work, Miss Rose!” What did she get paid? She deserved double of whatever they were paying her for this.
Now there was the matter of getting the box down here though. David wasn’t exactly a short man, but not even he would be able to reach that shelf without some help. A ladder… there had to be a ladder around here somewhere, how else did they get it down from there every day? Unless they used the shelves as steps, which truly wouldn’t surprise him as much as it should.

He began searching around again, this time for something to help him reach his final destination. Why couldn’t these things be easier? Couldn’t they have just left whatever they used for stairs right there next to the door? Why make things unnecessarily difficult?
…Unless they’d anticipated this break-in, and did it to annoy him. Hmm…
“Come here. Give me a boost,” Delilah called quietly as she continued to look up at the box, apparently just as determined to get it as he was.
“I beg your pardon?” he asked her flatly. Her method sounded… unorthodox at best. What were they, children? What would it seem like when someone came in and saw what were supposed to be serious adults making a human ladder to steal coffee, like two rebellious teens? He had to admit the mental picture looked quite amusing, but who would take either of them seriously after that? He didn’t care much about the cafeteria people thinking he was a fool, but they could gossip like their lives depended on it, and sooner or later, the story would reach their co-workers.
His co-workers kind of needed to take him seriously if he was going to work with them. And then there was Stratos… though he didn’t like the man, the thought that Stratos would find out about these things wasn’t a pleasant one.
Maybe David felt a little intimidated by the man as well, though he’d never openly admit that.

He sighed, and slowly made his way over to his fellow scientist. She had a point, there wasn’t a ladder in sight, and without a ladder, there would be no coffee, which would make this break-in an utter waste of time. He didn’t go through this much trouble only to walk away empty handed.
And so, he knelt down before the woman, effectively turning himself into a human chair. It was a little humiliating that a man of his stature was now about to be used as furniture, but hey… he’d been the one who wanted coffee, right? Something’s gotta give.

[Delilah Rose]

“Finally…Excellent work, Miss Rose!”

The doctor’s enthusiasm was short-lived though, because as soon as Delilah told him to give her a boost up to the shelf, he seemed to deflate again. “I beg your pardon?” he said flatly, not looking impressed at all. She narrowed her eyes in a challenging look, as if daring him to disobey her request. He was the one that was going to die if he didn’t get coffee, so he needed to help. “Well, I suppose you could climb the shelves,” she mused out loud, trying to think if there was any other way. “But I don’t know how sturdy they are, and I’m pretty sure we’d be in trouble if you broke them.” They would probably be made to pay for the repairs, and frankly…Delilah just didn’t have the money for that. Even the scientists these days weren’t making that big of bucks. After all, in this world, money was no longer that important, as most of the shops and businesses had long ago closed down.

Luckily, the doctor decided to listen to her idea, and a few moments later he was trudging toward her. Delilah hadn’t been sure if he would agree to this or not, but he did, which was good, because she really didn’t have any other ideas. He bent down on the ground, leaning over, and she took a step forward, about to step on top of him. She hesitated though, and then lowered her foot. Oh wait! She should probably take off her shoes. Stepping on his back with high heels on might be a little painful for him. So, without wasting any time, the blonde slid out of her shoes, tossing them aside. Ah…it felt so good to be out of those things!

“Sorry about this,” Delilah told the doctor, bending her head down for a moment to his level. “Don’t worry though, I’m not that heavy.” Or, well, she hoped she wasn’t that heavy. She didn’t think she was, as she was rather short. She smiled and then straightened up again. Then she stepped up onto the doctor’s back, holding back a giggle of amusement. She did her best to suck in her breath, make herself not quite as heavy. She knew it didn’t make a difference, but she didn’t want to hurt him or anything. If that happened, then there was really no point of getting the coffee down, was there?

Delilah reached up a hand, stretching, fingers making a grasp for the box. Darn it! She still couldn’t reach. With a determined look, she stretched her arm out farther, trying to stand on her toes. This time her fingers clasped around the rim of the box, and she was able to pull it toward her. “Got it!” she announced, pulling it from the shelf. Luckily, it wasn’t that heavy.

Just as Delilah spoke, there was a noise from the other side of the room. Her heart leapt a little in her chest, and she automatically assumed the worst. “Did you hear that?” Oh great! They’d been caught! They’d probably get lectured for this, and maybe the staff would find better locks. Briefly, she wondered what they looked like, stacked on top of each other like this. Despite the situation, she nearly started laughing at the image she got. If she walked in on two grown adults like this she probably would have lost it, burst out laughing and fallen to the floor. As Delilah thought this, she wobbled a bit. She tried to catch her balance, but as she stepped back, her foot hit nothing but air and… Crap!

The next moment, she was falling head over heels onto the floor. Stupid stupid stupid! As she had stepped back to try and balance herself, she had stepped off the doctor, and she now found herself sprawled out on the cold hard tile, her back to the floor. Somehow, she had managed to hold onto the coffee box the entire time, and even now, even as she lied on the floor staring up at the ceiling, she was still clutching it tightly to her chest. “Oh man,” she mumbled, feeling a little embarrassed. As the words left her mouth, she heard the noise again. Eep! Delilah quickly started to sit up, however, she only got halfway before she noticed what was making the noise. It wasn’t a human at all. No. It was a rat. A small tiny animal that was digging through one of the food boxes nearby. She stared at it with wide eyes. All that over a rat?! Ack! She collapsed back to the g round after that. “W-Well…I got the coffee!” Because that was what was really important right?

As long as the coffee was safe...

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[David Hale]

And so there he stood, bent over like a cheap… well… you know what.
This was so ridiculous, why did he need to break in here in the first place? He had clearance for every single room in the building, even ones containing dangerous liquids and the like, and yet he doesn’t have a key to the cafeteria?
What the heck was up with that? It had to be Stratos and his unfunny jokes. In-between all the warmongering and intimidation, it wouldn’t surprise the doctor if he entertained himself with these small things. In fact, he might even have a hidden camera somewhere, and was laughing his butt off right now.
“You’d better take those murder weapons off.” He murmured sternly over his shoulder. Getting treated like furniture was one thing, having the holes in his skin to prove it was another.
How the heck did she walk in those things anyway? More importantly, WHY?

“Sorry about this,” Delilah told him, bending her head down for a moment to his level. “Don’t worry though, I’m not that heavy.”
“…Just get this over with.” He bent a little deeper to make climbing up easier for the woman. It was true, she really wasn’t that heavy. He blew a few strands of hair out of his face as he waited, praying to whatever God was out there that no one caught them like this. The fact that there was a woman standing on him was one thing… but how was he going to explain the position?
Oh well… it was still early, and it wasn’t like anyone was looking for them or anything. Unless Delilah had some secret husband with ugly short hair that was expecting her anyway…

”Got it!” she announced after a short while, and David closed his eyes for a moment, thanking whoever was up there for small favors. ”Did you hear that?” she asked barely a second later, but David could only smile as the thought of him drinking coffee within a very short time filled his mind, and shook his head.
“No.” he told her flatly, not about to come off his pink cloud of happiness just yet. Suddenly, life just seemed so much more beautiful!
That was, until he opened his eyes, and came face to face with about a dozen smaller ones glaring up at him.
“Oh God!” he shrieked as his body seemed to forget for a moment that there was someone trying to keep their balance up there, and jerked up.
With a loud WHAM, Delilah dropped to the floor and David could only stare ahead of him, not quite sure if this was the right moment to ask her if she had dropped his coffee too.
”Oh man,” David frowned now, genuinely feeling bad for launching the woman off him like an untamed horse would have, and was about to ask her if she was alright, ”W-Well… I got the coffee!”
“Oh, excellent Miss Rose!” he announced before he had the chance to shut himself up and tell himself that wasn’t the best thing to say…
”Crap.” he slowly turned around and noticed Delilah was holding onto that box as though her very life depended on it. Maybe she’d instinctively grabbed onto it on the way down, in an attempt to safe herself? That made sense...
He gave her a sheepish smile, and held his hand out to help the woman back to her feet. “Are you alright, Miss Rose?”

[Delilah Rose]

“Oh, excellent Miss Rose!”

Well, at least he was pleased with her. At least she had done something right. She couldn’t even imagine what would have happened next, how this man would have reacted, if she had dropped the coffee and spilled its contents all over the floor. He’d probably hate her, which wasn’t something she wanted to happen. It made her a little sad when people felt such strong negative emotions toward her when all she did was try to help!

The doctor seemed more than happy that the coffee was okay, Delilah noted. He could have sounded at least a little concerned for her welfare though. Just a little tiny bit. That’s all she was asking. After all, she had just taken a pretty bad fall, and all for the sake of his stupid coffee too. Was this stuff really so important they had to risk their lives over it?! Oh well, not that she had expected anything more. At least she wasn’t seriously injured or anything. Or, well, she didn’t think she was seriously injured. She was pretty sure she’d be in a lot of pain by now if she was, so that was a relief.

“Are you alright, Miss Rose?”

Delilah looked up to see the doctor holding out his hand. Oh! Maybe he was worried for her after all! Or…no…it was probably just because she was the one that had the coffee. She stared up at him for a few moments from her spot on the ground, and then gave an awkward laugh and pushed herself up into a sitting position. She hesitantly reached up and took his hand, letting him help her to her feet. Well, that was nice. At least he didn’t just leave her lying on the floor. “Oh, I’m fine,” she told him, cheeks flushing slightly, embarrassed to have fallen on her ass once again. “No broken bones or anything!” With that, she slowly rose to her feet, using his hand for support as she pushed herself up.

It was only as she stood straight that she felt the throbbing pain in her head. Ouch! She winced a little, blinking a few times in an attempt to clear her swimming vision. Uh oh. That wasn’t good. She must’ve hit her head when she had fallen and not have realized it… She was sure she’d be okay though. I mean, she couldn’t have hit her head too hard, otherwise she would have been knocked unconscious, right? It would go away if she didn’t think about it. Yes, everything would be just fine. Besides, they had coffee to make!

“What…happened?” she asked, sounding a little confused. “It seems I just lost my footing and…” She trailed off, realizing that it was probably completely her own fault, and that she was just a klutz. God, she didn’t know what was wrong with her today! “I…guess I slipped.” She felt very stupid admitting that. If only she’d been thinking more rationally! Then she wouldn’t have freaked out and mistaken the little rat for a person, nor would she have caused the doctor to shriek like a girl and buck her off his back like a horse. Yes, this was definitely all her fault...

“I thought I heard someone come in,” she added with a quiet laugh. “But I guess I was hearing things.” She looked up with a smile, eyes a little unfocused. “I guess that’s a good thing though. I mean, can you imagine if someone actually caught us? We’d be in so much trouble!” She shut up after that, realizing she probably sounded like a little school child.

Delilah just stood there for a few moments, trying to focus on the man in front of her. “Um… Oh! Right!” She held out the box of coffee to the doctor, a smile on her face. “The coffee.” She had no idea what they were supposed to do with it now, but she was leaving it up to him, as she didn’t know the first thing about making coffee. Maybe if she had actually been a coffee drinker she’d know. However, this wasn’t the case, so she just smiled sheepishly at him, holding the box out.

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[David Hale]

“Oh, I’m fine. No broken bones or anything!” Delilah told him as she pushed herself upwards from the ground. David gave her a relieved look as he pulled her up, careful not to pull too hard, lest he’d send her flying into a wall or something. Or worse – flying into him. Gosh, that would be awkward.
No sooner had he thought it, or he noticed the spider from before scurrying over to his feet. Again he had a knee-jerk reaction and pulled back, though he remembered too late that he was still holding onto Delilah’s hand.
His pull, along with Delilah’s push from the ground, created a magnificent momentum that he would’ve found most fascinating to watch, had he been watching it from the side.

Sadly, he wasn’t watching it from the side… or through a camera, or from a non-awkward position. Nope, he was right in it. Which wouldn’t have been so terrible if she’d just bumped into him slightly, that was something he could deal with.
Instead, she seemingly put all her effort into getting up, and ended up bumping into him much harder than he’d expected. Rather than lightly bumping into him, she head-butted him straight in the gut, sending him flying backwards – head-first – into the counter, before sliding down onto his butt.
“Fuck…” he groaned when he already felt a bump form on his head. That was gonna leave a nasty bruise.
“Are you alright Miss Ro-“ his face paled a little as he noticed their new position, or rather… felt their new position. Apparently, Delilah hadn’t just head-butted him, no… she’d done far worse than that.
She’d apparently stumbled afterwards, only to fall into a somewhat awkward position in his lap. He blinked a few times and had the strange desire to pinch himself to ensure he hadn’t hit his head hard enough to black out and dream this all up, as he stared her straight into the eyes. …which were a little too close.
Hell, a little?! He’d never seen eyes from this up close before. Well… he had, when examining corpses… but Delilah wasn’t a corpse. Delilah wasn’t dead and lifeless, and she didn’t smell like she was rotting either, which, though disturbing, would’ve most definitely made this a heck of a lot easier to deal with.
Oh for the love of God, this wasn’t really happening, was it? ”Tell me this is just some messed up dream.”

He awkwardly cleared his throat, but made no other move. No… making another move in this position could only end badly… And he did NOT want this to end badly.
Inwardly he was yelling at her to get the hell off him, outwardly, he really couldn’t find the words, and hoped his slight cough would be hint enough that this was not a position he wanted to be in.
“Sorry I thought I… heard something…” he trailed off awkwardly, not quite ready to admit he’d nearly killed her twice today over one pesky little spider.
He leaned back against the counter as he waited for Delilah to get up, but somehow couldn’t manage to sit still. His eyes widened in horror when he realized he really had nothing to hold onto that would keep him in his current position.
The fact that he was sitting at an awkward angle and couldn’t grab onto something – aside from Miss Rose, which was somewhere he WASN’T going to go – to keep him steady, gravity did it’s work and made him slowly slide downwards towards the ground.
Oh God, oh God… OH GOD! He was now frantically trying to stay in his first position, but the harder he tried, the farther he slid down.
” Think of corpses David, corpses! Disgusting, rotting corpses that are about to get up and feast on you! And they’re men, disgusting, burly looking men with beer breath.” Crap, it wasn’t helping.
“Just kill me now.”

[Delilah Rose]

The world seemed to turn upside down for a moment, and Delilah felt herself being pulled forward.

RIIIIP.

Oh crap! As she fell, Delilah felt her skirt, which had previously been tightly hugging her thighs, rip right down the middle. The fabric split loudly, making a loud tearing sound. She had fallen in such a way that the material of the skirt could not bend, the fabric stretching in an impossible way, and so, the seams tore right down the center, giving her legs room to spread out. No! This was her favorite skirt!

Delilah blinked, head spinning. Had she just fallen again? Oh god, that would make three times today! Once was enough. Twice was more than enough. But three times? She really did need to start sleeping more. Staying up all night seemed to be making her even more of a klutz than usual! Well, not that she was usually a klutz. Most of the time she was actually quite graceful. She really didn’t know what the heck was wrong with her today. And to make this all worse, she’d just tore apart her favorite skirt! What else could go wrong?

Delilah was about to push herself to her feet, when she realized that it wasn’t the ground that she was sitting on. Something warm was pressing against her body, not the cold tile she had been expecting. Delilah opened her eyes slowly, vision swimming in front of her for a moment. For some reason she couldn’t focus on anything. When she was able to, however, the first thing she saw was the doctor’s face, only inches away from hers. Her blue eyes shot wide and she let out a startled gasp, quickly realizing what had happened. Yes, she had fallen again. That much was certain. But this time she had fallen a little…differently. Somehow she had managed to land on top of the doctor, legs straddled out to either side of him, sitting right in his lap. “S-Sorry!” she blurted, feeling her cheeks flush a deep red. She wasn’t sure exactly how this had happened, but it had, and now they were sitting on the ground together in a somewhat awkward position.

“Sorry I thought I… heard something…” the doctor mumbled from his position beneath her.

Delilah did her best to laugh, though the usually cheerful sound now had an awkward tone to it. “Must be that rat…” she muttered under her breath. She’d have to secretly set some rat traps in this kitchen. Not only had it caused her to fall off the doctor’s back in alarm the first time, but now it had made her tackle him to the floor somehow. Pesky little thing… Delilah went on thinking like this for a few moments, having no idea that it was really a spider that had caused all this chaos.

Delilah’s suddenly realized that she should probably get up, get off of the doctor. There was no use prolonging this awkwardness. “I-I guess I slipped,” she mumbled with a nervous laugh, hoping that he wouldn’t be too mad about what had happened. She really hadn’t meant to fall on him like this, and to be honest, it was probably one of the most embarrassing things to ever happen to her. Even more embarrassing than when that girl had de-pantsed her in the seventh grade!

Delilah tried to straighten her legs and push herself up, but as she did so, her shoeless foot somehow managed to get caught up in the doctor’s lab coat, causing her to slip again. She let out a little squeak, collapsing back down, landing atop him once more. He seemed to have slumped lower while she’d been struggling to get up, because when she landed she was practically lying right on top of him. She was too shocked to do anything for a long moment, just staring down at him with huge blue eyes, but then she seemed to snap out of it, and her already red cheeks got even redder. Their bodies were resting against each other in a very indecent way, and she couldn’t even imagine what this would look like if someone were to walk in right now… Oh god, that would be baaad.

Delilah could just about cry right now. This couldn’t be happening! She’d wanted to make a good first impression with the doctor, and so far it hadn’t been going very well!

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[David Hale]

It was awkwardness galore when Delilah tried to laugh at the situation, but only managed to make things worse somehow.
Even if she could find the ability to laugh at this somewhere, David couldn’t even pretend he was even remotely alright with the situation. Oh sure Delilah could laugh, Delilah had it easy, she didn't have certain... parts, that could turn this situation from just bad into downright disastrous.
He gave her a rather awkward smile that stayed on his face for exactly a second before a flat look took its place once more. How in the bloody hell had they even managed to fall into this position? If anyone were to see them now, they’d likely give them a pointed look if they tried explaining this was really, genuinely, just an accident. And who could really blame them for it? This wasn’t the way people generally fell, unless he’d really acted like a hobo his entire life and just never noticed it before.

No… Delilah seemed embarrassed as well, so this was most definitely not a regular occurrence. He tried not to look at her, he really did, but when he began his slide down, he couldn’t stop himself from looking down and… and… had she torn her skirt?
How… when… WHY?!
He looked away again a little too swiftly, and apparently moved slightly as he did so. Before he knew it, Delilah slipped on his lab coat and tumbled right back into him with a small, girlish squeak.
David closed his eyes and pretended to be somewhere else when she landed right back on a rather dangerous area. ”Corpses, corpses, corpses….” he tried to envision the most horrendously blown up corpse he’d ever seen in his life, but whenever he tried, that god-awful squeak of her rang in his ears, over and over and over again… and then, he could just think about the woman sitting on top of him and the fact that she’d ripped her skirt.
She’d ripped her skirt, and was sitting in the most suggestive way possible. He still couldn’t imagine how that could’ve possibly happened… just how weak was that thing to tear at the slightest movement? God…

“A-Alright…” he squeaked as he tried to think of anything but Delilah’s skirt. Maybe if she sat up first, she’d be able to stand up from that position.
“Get on your knees.” He told her as he tried to think of a solution to this nightmare, his mind was a little fuzzy though, which he wanted to say was because he’d hit his head, but deep down, he knew that would be a lie. And a terrible one at that.
Hold on a moment… ”What the… “Get on your knees”? Are you fucking serious David?” As though this situation wasn’t bad enough without seemingly indecent requests.
His already pale face now almost had the color of a snowball, if this would take any longer, he might even pass out.
“No!” he called quickly when his voice finally returned to him, boy did he have something to clear up.
“I-I didn’t mean… I meant maybe you should try sitting on your knees first…!” his wide eyes filled with shock and terror once more, “…and then get up.” He added quickly before this would turn into another awkward misunderstanding.

This was not how he’d intended on spending his day… and for a moment, he didn’t even think coffee could fix this mess. Though he could really go for one now… maybe add in half a bottle of rum to get him drunk and make him blissfully forget about it all. Maybe he could give Delilah the other half and later just tell her it was a drunken dream or something?
…right. The thought of drugging the poor woman did not seem very appropriate at present. ”Just shut up and get her to get off you!”
“Okay… wait!” he held a shaking hand up, “Don’t. Move.” He muttered quietly, ”For the love of God woman, do not move.”
“When I count to three, get up as fast as you can… but not too fast.” Not too fast, or she’d just fall right back down again.
“Ready? One… two…”

[Delilah Rose]

As the doctor’s face seemed to get whiter and whiter, Delilah’s got redder and redder, until she was pretty sure her head looked like a big tomato. This couldn’t be happening! Any first impressions were probably ruined now. Oh god, she felt like such a fool! How on earth had she managed to fall on top of him like this? How?! This was so…so indecent! She knew that it had been an accident, but it still looked bad. Very bad! She wasn’t sure what she would say if someone were to walk into the room and see them. She doubted that they’d believe it was an accident. I mean, if she caught two people like this and they told her it was an accident, she’d probably just laugh. Oh…how embarrassing…so so embarrassing… She would have to apologize for this somehow, though she was unsure what she could do to make it up to him.

“A-Alright… Get on your knees.”

The doctor’s voice came out in a squeak, and Delilah looked down at him slowly. At first she didn’t think anything of his comment, and she was about to obey him and try to get onto her knees and push herself up. Just as she started shifting her weight, however, he spoke again.

“No! I-I didn’t mean… I meant maybe you should try sitting on your knees first…and then get up.”

Delilah froze, just staring down at him with wide eyes. Wait… Had he meant…? His little wording mistake suddenly dawned on her, and her cheeks seemed to get a little redder. Oh god! “I-I know what you meant!” The other meaning hadn’t even crossed her mind! Well, not until he’d freaked out about it. Then she’d got it. How couldn’t she?

“Don’t. Move. When I count to three, get up as fast as you can… but not too fast.” Okay, that wasn’t too bad of a plan. Maybe if they both tried to stand up at the same time it would work. “Ready? One… two…”

Since standing on her own had worked so wonderfully before, Delilah tried another way. This time, as the doctor counted to three, she leaned forward, slowly shifting her weight as she reached for the edge of the counter. Maybe if she had a support, standing would be easier. So, she scooted up a little, carefully reaching for the counter’s edge. Her fingers gripped the smooth surface, but as she tried to use it to pull herself up, her fingers slipped. Oh crap! Delilah made another wild grab for the counter, but it was too late. The next thing she knew, she had collided with the doctor again, landing just how she had been before. She gasped quietly, feeling the fabric of her skirt rip even more, the tear spreading. Ack!!

As she fell, she put her hands against the doctor’s chest, just barely catching herself from doing a face plant into him. She was still in a very similar position, except this time she was practically lying on him, body pressed against his. She found her face even closer to his, probably only an inch away, and she realized that if she hadn’t caught herself in time she probably would have ended up accidentally kissing him. Oh lord. She couldn’t even think about that! He would kill her! Kill her!

“I-I’m sorry!” Delilah’s voice came out a whisper, which was probably a good thing, because shouting this close to him probably would have deafened him. She gazed down at him for a moment, but then quickly diverted her eyes, staring at the ground beside them instead. A thought occurred to her for the first time. Her skirt was ripped right, so when she stood up… Oh no no no! As she was thinking this, a small movement on the tile caught her eye.

Spider!!! As soon as Delilah saw this, she began to squirm around atop the doctor anxiously, trying to get up again. She didn’t mind most bugs, which, for a woman, was quite rare. But spiders...well, they were a different story. All their little legs, their creepy beady eyes, just the thought alone was enough to make her shudder. And now, right beside her, right on the ground next to them, was a terrifying little arachnid. It was small, but that didn’t change the fact that it was a spider. Spiders could be poisonous! And they had fangs! They could bite!

Delilah jerked herself up into a sitting position, trying to put distance between herself and the small insect, and then, before the doctor had a chance to ask what was going on, she cried out, “S-Spider!”It was dangerously close now. In fact, it was on his sleeve now…

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[David Hale]

”I-I know what you meant!” her face turned even redder as she said it. Apparently, the thought hadn’t even crossed her mind yet… maybe he should wait before talking next time.
“Okay!” he replied in a panicky voice before shutting up entirely, really wishing this day would be over soon. Tough luck though, as it was still early in the morning.
Was this a Monday? If so, he finally understood his whiny assistants and their comments about how they hated Mondays.
As David counted to three, Delilah got into her position to stand up. Maybe if he tried to stand up as well, they had a higher chance of success. If Delilah fell back down, but he managed to stand, he could just help- Oh no, no no no, helping had caused this entire mess. Manners be damned, he was never helping someone up ever again. Oh my humiliation…

For a moment, it actually seemed to be going rather well! Delilah had lifted herself off him and was currently holding onto the edge of the counter. Good!
Now that it seemed Delilah would be getting up, David moved to do the same, slowly leaning on his elbows and pushing himself upwards slightly.
Just when he believed it was over, Delilah somehow managed to fall right back down again, knocking him roughly into the ground. And he hit his head… again… And yet he still wasn’t unconscious. How hard would he have to hit his head before he’d be rid of this crap? For a moment, he pondered lifting his head and promptly slamming it back into the ground, hopefully hard enough to crack something. Either the floor, or his skull. He wasn’t picky…

“What the hell?!” he screeched, “How hard is it to just get to your feet?!” he opened his eyes and noticed hers were offensively close yet again. Seeing as all the color had already drained from his face, he just stared blankly. “Are you doing this on purpose? Did someone hire you to pull this crap on me?” he demanded in a highly unimpressively squeaky voice, “Because if you are, I’ll pay you double if you get off me now.”
”I-I’m sorry!” she whispered awkwardly, staring at him for a moment before looking down at the floor.
David frowned. Alright, that’s it! He wasn’t staying in this position for another minute!
“Fine, I’ll do it!” he grumbled as he grabbed onto her hips, ready to just launch her off him. Feminists all over the world would love him for treating her with such equality. Whether Delilah’d agree with his action was another thing, but honestly, she might just prefer it over… well… this.
Before he had the chance to even shove her lightly, she suddenly began squirming on top of him like a mad woman.
“M-Miss Rose!!” his eyes nearly popped out of his skull and he tried desperately to stop her from moving by holding her hips in place. Did she have any idea that she was sitting on top of a man, and that moving like this brought forth a whole wave of unwanted bodily reactions? What the heck was she thinking? Because squirming like a cat in heat was going to get her to her feet faster, right? What kind of women’s logic was that?

“Stop moving! Please stop moving…” he pleaded as his hands were still trying desperately to stop her movements. “What the hell is goi-“
”S-Spider!” she cried out before he could finish his sentence.
“What…? Where?” he asked her softly, following her glance until it landed on his sleeve. Aw hell no! Not again! That little bastard deserved a slow and insanely painful death for what he’d caused.
From now on, another one of David’s life missions would be to kill every spider he’d ever run into. He’d single-handedly rid this world of the creepy crawlers. As he daydreamed about this, however, the spider slowly climbed into his sleeve and walked casually up his arm.

“Crap!” he exclaimed before waving his arm around like a lunatic, attempting to shake the beast out of its cave. The spider was tough though, and wasn’t about to let go of this new hiding spot. In fact, the creature promptly begun making a web inside his sleeve out of defiance. David shook his arm wilder, and in doing so made his entire body rock slightly. With Delilah still in his lap.
He stopped instantaneously just tried to reach into his lab coat with his other hand, deciding to overcome his arachnophobia and just squishing the spider to death.
As he reached down, however, the spider stood back onto its back legs and waved the others at him in challenge, hissing softly when it noticed the human’s hand reaching for it.
In shock over the terrible noise, David jerked his hand away just a little too swiftly, and ended up hitting Delilah’s left breast. As though that wasn’t enough, his hand bounced off her breast and right back at him. And so, David ended up slapping himself in the face.
He blinked a few times in shock and confusement, but also in awe over how her breast had actually managed to ward off unwanted visitors. That was... impressive...
“You little fucker!” he hissed as he now made a daring grab for the spider, this time actually managing to pull it off himself. His fear quickly settled back in though, and David quickly discarded the tiny insect.
Realization hit him then when he remembered Delilah sitting right in front of him. Rather than getting tossed off onto the hard floor, the spider was instead launched straight into Delilah, hitting her in the breastbone where it hung out for a while before seeking out warmer climates southwards. Now it was Delilah who was in quite the bind, as the spider happily travelled into its new home; That home being Delilah’s shirt.

[Delilah Rose]

The doctor shouted at Delilah, telling her to stop moving. Well jeez! It wasn’t like she was trying to! It’s just…there was a spider and… and she was scared of spiders! She was about to snap something at him when she suddenly understood, or rather felt why he was telling her to stop. Oh god! This...This was beyond awkward now... Her blush deepened and she opened her mouth to say something, but then the doctor started flailing his arm around frantically, clearing having spotted the spider himself.

It was funny to watch, because the grown man was freaking out just about as much as Delilah. She watched him with wide eyes. He was acting just like she was, if not worse. Delilah didn’t have much time to think about though, because as the doctor started flailing about, something struck her in the chest – hard.

Ouch!! It was actually quite painful, and it took Delilah a moment to realize what had happened. She looked up just in time to see the doctor’s hand fly back and hit him in the face. “Hey!” she shouted at him. “T-That hurt!” What was he doing?! He was the man here! He wasn’t supposed to be scared of little bitty spiders! That was her job! Then again, thinking that way was rather sexist, and realized that men could be afraid of spiders too, as they were quite scary things, with all their hairy legs and creepy eyes… It was just kind of funny, the way he’d smacked himself in the face. Her lip twitched a little as she watched the doctor struggle around, flinging his sleeve this way and that. Most people probably wouldn’t have found this funny at all, but Delilah had a bit of a messed up sense of humor, and before she could stop herself, she realized she had let out a laugh. It rang through the room, and she quickly clamped her mouth shut again. No! This wasn’t funny! Not…funny at all… She started to laugh again, but this time she closed her mouth in time, muffling the noise and turning it into a sort of snort.

However, it was quickly cut off as the doctor flung the spider at her. Agh! No! What was he doing now?! Throw it at the floor, not at her! She tried to duck away, but before she could really react, the small creature was already landing on her. She let out a squeal as it landed on her breastbone, balancing there for a moment before letting itself drop down into her shirt. Delilah looked down with wide eyes, watching as it disappeared from view. She went perfectly still for a moment, eyes slowly widening, growing in size. She stared down her shirt, stared into the depths that the spider had disappeared to. She felt a small tickle, and as that happened, a loud squeal left her lips. Oh my god! What if it bit her?! “Get it out, get it out!” she was yelping, starting to struggle around again. Luckily, this time, her squirming around didn’t last as long, and suddenly she found herself rolling away from the doctor. She just fell over sideways and rolled over the floor a few times, as if to try and squish the spider that had burrowed somewhere between her breasts. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t thought to do that before, as a lot of trouble could have been saved if she had just rolled off the doctor in the first place. But no, she had remained sitting in his lap, squirming about like a moron.

Delilah rolled until she hit a wall. As soon as she collided with the hard surface, she stopped, going limp. She waited, expecting to feel another tickle, but it seemed the spider wasn’t there anymore, and if it was, it was probably dead, squished by all her rolling about. Whew… She’d need to unbutton her shirt later to make sure it was really gone, but for now she seemed to have calmed down a little.

As Delilah lay there, sprawled out in the corner of the room, she wasn’t sure whether she should laugh or cry. Really, if she thought about it, this whole situation was absolutely hilarious, and if it had been anyone else than her involved in it, she would have been laughing her ass off!

Unfortunately, it wasn’t some random office worker that had been involved though. It washer. Her and the doctor. Oh god, she would never be able to live this down… They were adults! What had just happened was incredibly shameful, and she doubted it would be something that she ever forgot. Same probably went for the doctor, because really, who could ever forget something as crazy as this? Oh well, maybe that was a good thing…maybe she’d stick in his memory for a while. Probably in a bad way, but she supposed it was better than nothing, as the last thing she wanted was to be a nobody, to be unnoticed.

Delilah continued to lie there, too scared to get up and look at the doctor’s expression. She was too embarrassed, too ashamed. He probably hated her now. She just knew it. He was going to come over and yell at her any second now. She’d done absolutely nothing but cause trouble for him ever since she had crossed paths with him in the hallway this morning. That’s all she ever seemed to be able to do – cause trouble for people. Whenever she tried to help someone, it would backfire and more often than not the situation would turn out horrible. Why couldn’t she do anything right? She tried so hard! She really did!

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[David Hale]

David glared when he heard Delilah laughing at him. How dare she? If she were in this position, he betted she wouldn’t be laughing. He had half a mind to grab the spider and toss it at her, but not even he was that mean.
“Miss Rose, kindly shut the hell up!” he hissed as his continuous attempts failed. Damn! It shouldn’t be this hard to get rid of a spider!
After a few more attempts, he finally managed to grab the spider without getting bitten. Ah! Sweet, sweet success!
His joy was short-lived however, as the spider quickly realized what had happened and let out another horrifying hiss at him. David reflexively pulled his head back a little before flinging the spider off somewhere. That somewhere ended up being Delilah’s body though… oh well, now she knew not to laugh at people like that, this was her just dessert. Besides, it wasn’t his fault she dodged too slowly!

“Look who’s laughing no-“ he stopped when he noticed the spider going somewhere David wouldn’t risk lingering with his eyes. Needless to say, it was probably a lot more comfortable between those than in David’s lab coat.
“Oh shit…” he snorted, placing a hand over his mouth to stop him from laughing hysterically at Delilah’s predicament. She’d laughed at him though, so why shouldn’t he laugh at her now?
“Get it out, get it out!” she yelped pathetically and flailed around a little. David gave her an offended look, “I’m not going down there!” he called in disbelief that she would request such a thing in the first place. What was she, insane? As though this current situation wasn’t bad enough!
Even if he felt a little sorry for her for having a spider in her shirt, it would be a cold day in hell indeed before he’d reach down her shirt to grab it. One, because the spider might bite him then. And two, because it was just plain and simply wrong.

She started struggling again, and David was about to yell at her to stop moving for what seemed like the hundredth time today, but then she suddenly rolled off him. He sighed in relief and laid back down onto the floor. ”Thank God… finally…”
He slowly turned his head to the side to see if maybe he could help her somehow, maybe by tossing some sort of poison bomb into her shirt or something, when he noticed she was STILL rolling.
Damn, that’s some skills! David thought as he watched her go. She just kept rolling and rolling until she finally came to a stop; A rather abrupt one, against the wall.
David winced slightly, that had to hurt! He could know: He'd crashed into the wall maybe less than thirty minutes ago.
She was probably fine though, and so he just laid back down again, trying his hardest to think about other stuff now that this was over and done with. Whatever had happened to his box of coffee, anyway? He began to scan the room, but ended up stopping with Delilah again.

The scientist was lying there awfully quietly… and she wasn’t moving either. David gulped. Oh boy, she wasn’t dead was she?
“Miss Rose?” he called softly, “Are you still in one piece?”
Apparently his calls weren’t loud enough, because Delilah still wasn’t moving. Or maybe she didn’t hear him? Aw crap, what if she really was dead? Well… one good thing about that would be that he didn’t need to share his coffee… but he’d still probably feel sad about it. He might not even enjoy that coffee any more.
“Miss Rose?” Going over there to check would be the most logical thing to do, but he really didn’t want to go over there. He’d seen her up close more than enough for one day, not that she was disgusting looking or anything, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed having her in his lap.

Aw screw it! David slowly pushed himself off the ground and moved towards the scientist. Things could never get more awkward than they’d been five minutes ago, and besides, he’d feel bad if she died because he was too much of a chicken to get over himself and help her.
“Delilah, are you alright?”

[Delilah Rose]

Oh god. This was the embarrassment of her life!

“Miss Rose? Are you still in one piece?”

Delilah heard the doctor call over to her, but she found she couldn’t respond. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. Ack! She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t get up. Couldn’t she just lie down there forever? It wasn’t so bad. The ground was a little hard, the tile a little cold, but she could manage. Besides, if she were to stand up now she’d probably just cause more unnecessary trouble. Why? Because her skirt was ripped right down the middle! Maybe if she pulled her lab coat around herself she’d be able to hide the fact that her underwear was now, most definitely, showing. She couldn’t walk around the building like that the whole day! People would give her weird looks, and the soldiers would gawk at her. She was probably going to have to go home and change now.

“Delilah, are you alright?”

Eep! This time his voice was right next to her. “What? Oh! I’m just fine. No need to worry,” Delilah called up to him, doing the best to keep her voice cheery. Wait. He wasn’t getting mad? That was strange. She’d been certain that he’d be furious with her over this. After all, it was all her fault. Or, well, at least Delilah thought it was, but she had a habit of blaming everything on herself. Now that she thought about it, he had called her ‘Delilah’ this time instead of ‘Miss Rose.’ Was that a good thing? Or was it bad? She couldn’t tell. Maybe his expression would help her figure it out...

Very slowly, the blonde turned her head to the side, peeking up at the doctor who now towered above her. She began to feel rather silly just lying on the ground like this, so she slowly pushed herself into a sitting position, making sure to hug her lab coat tightly around her body as she did so. “I guess you don’t like spiders either?” Wait…no! That isn’t what she should be saying. She cleared her throat, glancing off to the side. “I-I mean... I promise I’m not usually this clumsy. I don’t know what’s wrong with me today,” she mumbled a little nervously. “I apologize for any inconvenience I may have caused you!” She forced up a smile this time. She stopped herself before she could say any more, before she went into an awkward rant. At this rate the doctor probably wasn’t going to want to work with her anymore. Because, really, who in their right mind would want to work with someone after all of this? Well, actually, Delilah wouldn’t mind it, but she was a bit of an odd one. She didn’t ask this aloud though, finding she didn’t want to hear the answer.

Delilah stared up at him with her blue eyes, unsure what to say for a few moments. Then, slowly, using the wall to help her stand, she rose to her feet. “Anyway, um, so... Are you still interested in coffee?” Maybe if they could just have a normal cup of coffee together she could show him that she actually wasn’t that much of a freak, prove herself to be worthy. Speaking of coffee, where had it gone anyway? Delilah glanced around the room, eyes sweeping over the tile. That was odd... She didn’t see the coffee anywhere… Maybe it had slid under one of the shelving units or something. I mean, coffee didn’t just disappear. That was impossible. Well, unless there was someone in the room with them, which she didn’t think there was. “If you aren't, that is perfectly understandable,” she added quickly. Her blue eyes met the doctor’s for a second before dropping downward in the direction of the floor.

[David Hale]

“What? Oh! I’m just fine. No need to worry,” though she sounded quite cheerful, it did sound a little forced. That was understandable though, considering the events that had just transpired.
In fact, he hadn’t even been willing to go over to her to check on her condition until he was completely convinced something was, indeed, wrong. And all because of some silly accident. A silly, yet highly awkward accident, yes. That didn’t change the fact that neither of them had done anything on purpose though, and that the wisest thing to do would be to just put it behind them.
What happened, happened. There was no changing it anymore, and lingering on it meant your thoughts weren’t on your work, which hurt productivity.

“Are you certain?” he asked her simply, slowly crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back on his heel. If something was wrong, she needed to be honest about it. Who would benefit from a dead scientist in a kitchen? Nobody, that’s who. If she really hit her head hard enough, she might’ve damaged something.
But Delilah was a grown woman, and so, if she said she was fine, he’d just have to accept that. It wasn’t like he was her nanny.
He snapped back to attention when he noticed the blonde slowly turning her head to the side to look up at him.
David merely rose an eyebrow, he didn’t think he really came across as intimidating right now. He wasn't trying to, anyway. Though, considering he was standing while she was lying on the floor, he could understand it if she did feel uneasy.
And so, he took a step back to give her some more space as she sat up on her knees, tightly hugging her lab coat. Why was she… Oh, right. The skirt.

“I guess you don’t like spiders either?”
David awkwardly cleared his throat, and was about to tell her that, no, he did not hold much love in his heart for the pesky creatures.
Delilah seemed to quickly change her mind though, and went on to tell him she really wasn’t such a clumsy person in general. Right… it just happened to be a coincidence, then. Though it didn’t sound very convincing to him, he wasn’t about to tell her she was wrong.
This was the first time they’d met, Delilah knew herself better than David knew her, or else something would be seriously wrong with the woman. Besides… who was to say this wasn’t the truth? He didn’t know how she usually acted.

“I apologize for any inconvenience I may have caused you!” She forced up a smile this time. David really didn’t understand why she was apologizing. It had been his fault this whole mess started, if he hadn’t acted like a little schoolgirl over the spider’s initial appearance, none of this would’ve even happened. Did Delilah somehow think this was her fault? Crazy woman.
“Don’t worry about it,” he muttered, not quite willing to admit that this was, indeed, all his fault. “Accidents happen, and I messed up too. I suggest we leave this event in the past and focus on the future instead.”
When Delilah stood up, his first reaction was to offer her a hand. This idea was stopped before it could be put into action though.
Had he forgotten what happened last time? Besides, Delilah wasn’t so weak that she couldn’t get up by herself. After what happened, it was only natural that she wouldn’t accept his hand, so why offer it?

“Anyway, um, so... Are you still interested in coffee? If you aren't, that is perfectly understandable,” she added quickly after a moment of silence.
Her blue eyes met his’ for a second before she dropped her gaze towards the ground once more. David was actually beginning to feel sorry for her now… maybe it was the eyes, blue eyes always seemed more expressive to him, the few times he’d seen a person with such an eye-color. Maybe it was because few people had blue eyes, and then when you finally did see them, you’d look extra long because they were special?
Ugh, enough about eyes! He needed to give her a response now, ease her nerves a little. Even if he’d rather forget what just happened, that didn’t mean he somehow hated this woman now.
“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” before she had a chance to answer that, he began to look around for the coffee once more, “Where did you drop the box? I can’t see it anywhere.”

[theo]

Theo had been doing his daily rounds, walking around the department to make sure everything was in order at 6 in the morning (aka, stalking Delilah.) He had arrived today and noticed that she his one-day-to-be wife had not gone home yet. How did he know? Well, that was a secret. Maybe it was because she had left her name tag resting by her computer, and Theo knew that she took it everywhere with her, or maybe it was because the smell of her perfume still lingered in the hallways. Either way, that is not important to the post. What is important is that he knew she was still there, and knowing this, Theo had to find her.

The crazy woman! Had she seriously pulled another all-nighter? What was she thinking?! Theo sighed and shook his head. He would never understand woman, nor the human race as a whole. Why did they all spend so much time worrying over this virus that the stupid doctor had created? The world was going to end anyway, so they might as well try to make the best of it, rather than wasting their remaining time stressing and trying to find silly things like cures. Even if the virus was put to an end, there was still the war to worry about, and none of them could really do anything about that, could they?

Theo turned down a corridor and then stopped abruptly. Wait. Something wasn’t right. Something was out of place. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously and looked around, scanning the area. Then his eyes rested on the open cafeteria door. Aha! That’s what was wrong. The cafeteria wasn’t open this early, and yet the door had been left ajar. Hmmm...how peculiar. Being the detective that he was, Theo let himself inside, creeping into the room. He looked around, but didn’t see anyone. How odd. He was about to turn around and leave, when his extremely acute senses caught a familiar scent, Delilah’s perfume. How on earth had she gotten in here? He hadn’t known she had a key!

The brown-haired man opened his mouth, about to call out for his beloved Delilah, when he heard something; voices. Instantly, he froze. First he heard Delilah’s voice, however, it was followed by another, meaning she wasn’t alone. And, to Theo’s horror, the voice belonged to a man. GASP! Why was Delilah here with another man beside him?! He simply could not allow this!

So, Theo crept over to the kitchen door, where the voices were coming from, and sneakily peeked around the door. What he saw nearly caused him an early death. His heart just about burst out of his chest and for a second he thought he might pass out cold. There, on the floor in the kitchen, was Delilah, and she was sitting on top someone in a...very sexual manner. This couldn’t be happening! There had to be some mistake! He tried to call out, but his voice wouldn’t work, and so he was forced to watch the two bodies struggle around for a while. Theo being Theo, he paid no attention to what either of them said, completely misreading the situation. Who was that man? Who was he?! And more importantly, what was he doing to Delilah?!

Theo buried his head in his hands, despairing. The sorrow only lasted for a few moments though, because a second later he was overcome with a jealous rage. Ohhh, when he found out who that scumbag of a man was he was going to get it...

“Anyway, um, so... Are you still interested in coffee? If you aren't, that is perfectly understandable.”

Ehhh? Coffee? Theo looked back up at the sound of Delilah’s voice, eyes widening. Hey, wait a minute… Whenever he had asked her for coffee, she’d denied him, saying that coffee ‘wasn’t really her thing.’ Had those excuses been…lies?! And, what made this loser so special that she’d have coffee with him anyway? Theo fumed over his, face turning red with anger. Who was that man? What made him so special! Theo leaned his head in a little farther, trying to get a closer look. Wait… was that… the doctor?!?! Theo’s mouth dropped. He had never thought the doctor of all people would be his rival in love. True, he’d never been that fond of the man, but he’d never believed him to be a woman-snatcher!

Right. It was time to take action. Theo disappeared for a few moments, striding back down the corridor with reason in his step. A few moments later, he had managed to find his way into the ventilation system and was crawling through the air vents. So they thought they were going to have coffee, did they? He grinned slyly, knowing the perfect way to foil their plans. Theo managed to find the vents that led to the kitchen. It wasn’t that hard, as he often traveled through the air ducts. Once he was above the room (it was a mystery how he had gotten there so fast) he unscrewed the grate, removing it and shoving to the side. Then he pulled out a fishing pole and let the line slowly fall downward, aiming for the box of coffee on the floor. The hook snatched its target, and with a quiet snicker, Theo began to reel it back in. Hehehe, so much for their little coffee date!

The coffee was almost to him when there was a quiet splitting sound.

OH SNAP!

Theo mentally cursed at himself as the line broke, sending the box of coffee falling back to the floor. Rats! The box landed with a thud, and he quickly reeled in the fishing line before either Delilah or the doctor had the chance to see. Damn... He had been so close. Soo close! The coffee had been inches away from his hands! He had tried, tried so hard, alas...he had failed. Theo sighed dramatically. Whatever. So he couldn’t steal their coffee, but he would think of a new revenge soon enough, one much worse than coffee thievery .They would pay, oh yes, they would definitely pay. Well, the doctor would anyway, as beautiful Delilah was a goddess and she could do no wrong! The doctor on the other hand, he was someone that Theo needed to keep his eye on, a very suspicious figure indeed.

With this, Theo crawled away again before he was noticed. He'd be back though, and next time with revenge...

( Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I just wanted to post once xD Don’t mind me~ )

[Delilah Rose]

“Are you certain?” the doctor asked again, and then added, “Don’t worry about it. Accidents happen, and I messed up too. I suggest we leave this event in the past and focus on the future instead.”

Delilah stared at the man standing across from her for a few long moments. Her eyes were wide with confusion. Huh? What? He wasn’t mad? She opened her mouth, as if to ask him about it, but then quickly closed it again. Wait, no! She shouldn’t bring it up. If she said something then he might really get mad, and she didn’t want that. It was best to just laugh this situation off, right? Just forget it ever happened. That was probably easier said than done, but Delilah could pretend. “Yeah, I’m fine…I think.” She’d hit her head when she’d fallen the first time, which would probably leave a big bump, but other than that she was okay, or, she thought she was. “Are you?” she added after a short pause, glancing over at him. He had gotten on his feet faster than her and she doubted she was heavy enough to do him any serious damage, but she figured it was nice to at least ask and make sure.

Delilah was silent for a moment, and then she added a little hesitantly, “But, you know, it was kind of funny…” She trailed off, unsure why she was saying that. The doctor most likely wouldn’t agree with her on that one. Most people probably wouldn’t. It was probably a little childish to giggle at this, but still...“I mean, your face when you saw that spider…” The blonde laughed quietly, a smile tugging at her mouth, and then bit down on her lip to stop herself. She flashed a quick glance at the doctor’s face to see his reaction, and then quickly lowered her gaze again. “Well, um, right now it might not be funny, but one day I’m sure we’ll look back and laugh about it.” She paused, seeming to rethink this, and then added quickly, “Erm, well, maybe.” Even if the doctor didn’t think so, it had been funny. It had! Honestly, if Delilah hadn’t been involved she would have been laughing her ass off at the poor people involved. Instead of focusing on her first person experience, however, Delilah tried to see it from an outsider’s prospective.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I? Where did you drop the box? I can’t see it anywhere.”

Delilah felt relief wash over her, and it was at this moment that she heard a loud thudding sound. What was that? Her blue eyes widened a little and she looked around, expression a little startled. “W-What was that?” she stammered, jumping a little. Again, she feared the worst, that they’d been caught. Well, at least they were standing now, rather than lying on the ground in a somewhat awkward position. Delilah peered around the doctor’s shoulder, looking around the room, but she saw nothing. Huh, that was strange... It was then that her eyes rested on the coffee box that was resting right behind the doctor. “The coffee’s right there, silly” she told him, lifting an eyebrow. Really, how hadn’t he seen it? It had been right behind him. Delilah moved around him, bending down and grabbing the coffee before straightening up again and offering the box out to him. “Maybe you need your eyes checked!” She said this having absolutely no idea that the entire time the coffee box had been suspended in the air on the line of Theodore’s fishing pole.

Delilah stood there, still holding the coffee out to the doctor. She’d let him do whatever needed to be done next, because, really, she had no clue. You put some milk in it, didn’t you? Oh, but wait, there was something else that needed to be done first, wasn’t there? Yeah, this was why she was leaving it up to him. If she tried anything, she’d just make a fool out of herself, not being a regular drinker of coffee.