"Way to hustle. I could have been dying. I feel so unloved," House said, thrusting his bottom lip out to pout at Foreman for his lack of concern. Actually, he expected as much, and had played a few rounds of Solitaire on his desktop for some mindless entertainment. He'd put on his best annoyed expression as Foreman had walked through the door, but he'd done it for show before he'd let his grin break through at Foreman's frustration.
He noticed a bag in Foreman's hand, and he craned his neck to see where it had come from, trying to spot a design or logo on the bag, not quite succeeding. So he ignored Foreman's question and nodded to his bag. "Bring me a present?"
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Date: 2008-10-21 05:27 am (UTC)He noticed a bag in Foreman's hand, and he craned his neck to see where it had come from, trying to spot a design or logo on the bag, not quite succeeding. So he ignored Foreman's question and nodded to his bag. "Bring me a present?"