in·tro·mis·sion

(n) The act of letting in; admission..

Malice:  "He hasn't moved in days.  I'm about ready to clutch him to my bosom just to get some kind of reaction."

Syn:  "Like that would do anything......"

Malice:  "Excuse me?"

Syn:  "Nothing!"

Malice:  "Do you think you could help?"

Brishen:  ".......  I'm not a psychologist."

Malice:  "But you're a doctor.  There must be something you can do.  At least... talk to him?"

Malice:  ::bats eyelashes::  "Please~?"

Brishen:  "..........."  *sigh*

Cillian:  "Hm?"

::slip!::

Cillian:  "Waa!"

*crash!*

Cillian:  "Ouch...."

Brishen:  "............"

Cillian:  "I'm alright, if ya were thinkin' of askin'."

Brishen:  "............."

Cillian:  "Well bugger off if yor not goin' ta say anythin'."

Brishen:  "They asked me to talk to you."

Cillian:  "Ya didn't actually want ta talk ta me yourself."

Brishen:  "............."

Cillian:  "Piss off then."

Brishen:  ::sits::

Cillian:  "I said piss off."

Brishen:  "Tell me what's going on."

Cillian:  "Ya care?"

Brishen:  "............"

~~silence~~~~~~~~

Cillian:  "....  The matter is, I think I've done gone an' fallen in love."

Brishen:  "............  Fulton?"

Cillian:  "No.."

Brishen:  "..................  It's not Ard-"

Cillian:  "NO!"

Cillian:  "No........"

Cillian:  "With you."

To be continued....