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Paging Dr. Tam
Jan. 5th, 2019 08:19 pmLloyd's got nothing against Dr. Simon Tam, unless you count that long, hard stick crammed up the guy's ass (not that Lloyd spends great lengths of time pondering Simon Tam's ass, but if he did, he'd imagine it real smooth and shiny, just like that waistcoat of his). The doc seems well-intentioned enough, for an uptight uptown boy, and it's not like Lloyd is personally opposed to the presence of the winged menace, unlike most demons.
So okay, sure, the first time he breaks into Tam's apartment, there's maybe a little element of spite to it. It's a little payback for that time Tam caught him with his fly down, just as he was leaving his personal signature on the Little Eden wall. The dude gave him a hell of a scare, wearing that sharp suit and those dumb red sunglasses, so Lloyd figures he's owed a little compensation.
His subsequent, numerous break-ins? That's nothing personal. It's just pure convenience. Having done his research, he's got the doc's hospital schedule written down in his notebook, all professional-like, and luckily for Lloyd, the guy's got his hands full of demon guts on a pretty regular basis, leaving his apartment ripe for the occasional unannounced visit. And Tam's got a really nice apartment. It's not huge, but a it's hell lot bigger than the crumbling concrete hole Lloyd calls home (which also serves as his office). It's neat and it's clean and it's tastefully decorated, in a way that Lloyd finds kind of pretentious and annoying, but hey, it's not like he expected the guy to have a singing bass hanging on his wall.
Lloyd's not there to admire Simon Tam's impeccably boring sense of style, anyway. The highlight of his visits is the shower; it's clean and fancy and runs actual hot water (not boiling hot, but just the right amount of hot), with perfect water pressure. It's probably the closest Lloyd will ever get to Heaven. Sometimes he even showers twice in a single visit, not wanting to let the opportunity go to waste. Occasionally he also takes the time to jerk off while he's at it, because why not? It's not like Tam's gonna know about his shower getting misused, and what he doesn't know can't hurt his delicate sensibilities.
Today, Lloyd's hit jackpot: there's a fresh, still wrapped care package waiting on the coffee table. He tears it open, finding a bunch of treats, some familiar and some foreign, that immediately make his mouth water. He decides he might as well help himself to some dinner, grabbing a bag of dumplings and dumping them in a pan, putting it on the electric stove and leaving it on while he showers. He grabs a snack along -- caramelized berries on a stick -- which he's still munching on when he emerges from the shower 20 minutes later, a large fluffy towel keeping him modest. Tam's not gonna be home for another three hours at least, and Lloyd's looking forward to a little chill time. It's nice sometimes, to pretend his life isn't a sweaty, slimy, overheated mess.
So okay, sure, the first time he breaks into Tam's apartment, there's maybe a little element of spite to it. It's a little payback for that time Tam caught him with his fly down, just as he was leaving his personal signature on the Little Eden wall. The dude gave him a hell of a scare, wearing that sharp suit and those dumb red sunglasses, so Lloyd figures he's owed a little compensation.
His subsequent, numerous break-ins? That's nothing personal. It's just pure convenience. Having done his research, he's got the doc's hospital schedule written down in his notebook, all professional-like, and luckily for Lloyd, the guy's got his hands full of demon guts on a pretty regular basis, leaving his apartment ripe for the occasional unannounced visit. And Tam's got a really nice apartment. It's not huge, but a it's hell lot bigger than the crumbling concrete hole Lloyd calls home (which also serves as his office). It's neat and it's clean and it's tastefully decorated, in a way that Lloyd finds kind of pretentious and annoying, but hey, it's not like he expected the guy to have a singing bass hanging on his wall.
Lloyd's not there to admire Simon Tam's impeccably boring sense of style, anyway. The highlight of his visits is the shower; it's clean and fancy and runs actual hot water (not boiling hot, but just the right amount of hot), with perfect water pressure. It's probably the closest Lloyd will ever get to Heaven. Sometimes he even showers twice in a single visit, not wanting to let the opportunity go to waste. Occasionally he also takes the time to jerk off while he's at it, because why not? It's not like Tam's gonna know about his shower getting misused, and what he doesn't know can't hurt his delicate sensibilities.
Today, Lloyd's hit jackpot: there's a fresh, still wrapped care package waiting on the coffee table. He tears it open, finding a bunch of treats, some familiar and some foreign, that immediately make his mouth water. He decides he might as well help himself to some dinner, grabbing a bag of dumplings and dumping them in a pan, putting it on the electric stove and leaving it on while he showers. He grabs a snack along -- caramelized berries on a stick -- which he's still munching on when he emerges from the shower 20 minutes later, a large fluffy towel keeping him modest. Tam's not gonna be home for another three hours at least, and Lloyd's looking forward to a little chill time. It's nice sometimes, to pretend his life isn't a sweaty, slimy, overheated mess.
