☆ call-out post

[runawayballista]

call me out

Milly ✪ Baten Kaitos (CRAU) bombsheltered By night: Starbreaker, cyborg superhero. By day: cyborg trust fund baby and barista.	Lina Inverse ✪ Slayers dragonswag Beautiful sorcery genius, dragon spooker, every monster and innocent village's worst nightmare.	Agent York ✪ Red vs. Blue (AU) neverknocks Special agent, infiltration expert, professional smartass.
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[pharmacidal]

Pharma's mouth tugs back in a grin, taking a seat easily across from Ratchet, one leg crossed over the other. This was about the reception he was expecting, and he's far from disappointed.

"Oh, you know," he says, with feigned offhandedness, "a breakthrough study here, a few papers there -- and now a promotion, apparently."

[asafepairofhands]

“Oh, you’ve had the spare time to publish, how nice,” Ratchet says as if he hadn’t read everything, his voice dry. “Well, it’s a bit of a mess here—I requested this transfer, sorry to apparently drag you with me. The department is running smoothly, it’s just the influx of patients and lack of staff, and how often I get dragged back into Iacon for stupid pointless interminable meetings, the only apparent purpose of which is to massage certain people’s egos. But if you need anything, don’t hesitate to let me know.”

[pharmacidal]

Pharma smirks slightly at Ratchet. Of course he's read anything -- Pharma wouldn't expect anything less than Ratchet keeping up on surgical literature, and Pharma likes to think that Ratchet might have a special interest in reading his work. They'd worked together plenty in the past, overall.

"Noted," he says with the same dry touch to his voice. He leans back in the chair, one arm slung over the back. "And don't apologize -- if anything, I suppose I should be thanking you." He tilts his head. "I have to say, I never thought I'd be working under you. You've really moved up the ranks."