He hates pretty women, almost as much as he hates ugly women. Because at least a pretty woman gives him something to look at and pull apart and rage against (so what, you think you're fucking better than me; you think you're special; do you, do you); an ugly woman's just a big fucking waste (he can't get it up for one, no matter how big her tits are).
Karl looks past the packet of needles at her, thinks idly of all the ways he'd like to test that assertion, and then shrugs before tossing the packet onto the tray with the rest of the lot. ] Like I said — lady's choice.
[ He wheels himself over, the tray in toe and then settles in front of her, gloves laid out (one on each knee). Karl asks harmlessly: ] So what's a girl like you do for a living, huh?
[ Underneath it all, he's not a friendly person, but he likes to keep up appearances. And part of being a doctor is bedside manner. (Especially when there's someone on the slab.) ]
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He hates pretty women, almost as much as he hates ugly women. Because at least a pretty woman gives him something to look at and pull apart and rage against (so what, you think you're fucking better than me; you think you're special; do you, do you); an ugly woman's just a big fucking waste (he can't get it up for one, no matter how big her tits are).
Karl looks past the packet of needles at her, thinks idly of all the ways he'd like to test that assertion, and then shrugs before tossing the packet onto the tray with the rest of the lot. ] Like I said — lady's choice.
[ He wheels himself over, the tray in toe and then settles in front of her, gloves laid out (one on each knee). Karl asks harmlessly: ] So what's a girl like you do for a living, huh?
[ Underneath it all, he's not a friendly person, but he likes to keep up appearances. And part of being a doctor is bedside manner. (Especially when there's someone on the slab.) ]