House squinted at Foreman, suspicious, when he reached over and hastily closed the glove compartment before he could have a good look inside. That raised all kinds of red flags. Foreman should know better; he should have known that behavior like that would only raise his suspicions. He ignore Thirteen for a moment, curious about this glove compartment. "Must be something really good in here," he mused, taunting Foreman. He'd forgotten how fun it was to rile him up.
He brushed Foreman's hand out of the way and opened the compartment, leaning far forward to try to block another attempt to close it. He reached inside, fishing around. Insurance papers. Boring. Emergency phone card. Boring. He tossed the items into Foreman's lap, just to annoy him even more--nosing through and disregarding his property. Some of Foreman's favorite things.
When his fingers closed around several small foil packets, a full-blown smile spread over his face. He pulled them out of the compartment and waved them in the air between the two of them. "Foreman, I thought you would have been a little more subtle than this," he said, swelling with smugness, barely restraining his amusement. "I mean, I know you're a busy man, but you'd think you'd be courteous enough to take a cripple somewhere a little more spacious."
He shot Foreman a big, huge grin, and studied the condom wrappers. "Ribbed for my pleasure. Well. How thoughtful." The jokes were just lining up in his head. It couldn't get much better than this, House thought.
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Date: 2008-11-01 02:37 am (UTC)He brushed Foreman's hand out of the way and opened the compartment, leaning far forward to try to block another attempt to close it. He reached inside, fishing around. Insurance papers. Boring. Emergency phone card. Boring. He tossed the items into Foreman's lap, just to annoy him even more--nosing through and disregarding his property. Some of Foreman's favorite things.
When his fingers closed around several small foil packets, a full-blown smile spread over his face. He pulled them out of the compartment and waved them in the air between the two of them. "Foreman, I thought you would have been a little more subtle than this," he said, swelling with smugness, barely restraining his amusement. "I mean, I know you're a busy man, but you'd think you'd be courteous enough to take a cripple somewhere a little more spacious."
He shot Foreman a big, huge grin, and studied the condom wrappers. "Ribbed for my pleasure. Well. How thoughtful." The jokes were just lining up in his head. It couldn't get much better than this, House thought.