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Derek stood next to the coffee machine, eyes half-closed. He yawned. Fresh coffee slowly trickled into the pot. He looked around at the familiar surroundings. The walls were decorated with various things: info on workplace rights, some regional healthcare award, and a poster of a limbless woman cheerfully endorsing the washing of hands. It was your typical office decor for an amputation clinic. “I hear the coffee machine,” Liam announced as he strolled into the kitchenette. He set down his thermos and stared at his shoes for a few seconds before looking up at his friend. “Oh, and you’re here,” he joked. Derek gave him a weary smile. “I feel welcomed already.” “Welcome back. How was your time off?” “It was okay. I caught up on some shows.” Steam gurgled from the coffee machine. Derek filled his mug. “In office news,” Liam continued, “I talked Dr. Benson into joining the role-playing group last Friday.” “How did it go?” “She really got into it! I made her a generic character

Kiriko's keys rattled in the door of her apartment. It was Friday, the end of the week, and she wanted nothing more than to spend the night, and the rest of the weekend, relaxing with Ashe. She finished fumbling with her keys and slid the door open. "I'm home!" Kiriko shouted from the doorway as she slid the door shut. She walked into the kitchen, and placed her keys on the counter. She gazed into the hallway, waiting for Ashe to appear with a noticeable smile on her face. She knows Ashe needs time to move since her accident, but she waits in giddy anticipation nonetheless. She hops up on the counter and crosses her legs, swirling around her right foot with her shoe dangling from her toes. She'd dressed a bit nicer today. Scaled up from her typical casual outfit, she wore a comfy, blue, long sleeved dress with black flats on her feet. She hated how flats felt normally on her feet, so much pressure around her heel, so she typically wore socks with them. What could be considered