Doug really should have realized by now that Dr. Cox was never actually going to feel anything remotely resembling compassion towards himself. They'd worked in the vicinity of each other... how many years now? And it still wasn't quite soaked in. He kept living under the false hope that one, miraculous, shining day, the world would recognize just how cool he really was and love him. Unconditionally.
But until then, there was just... Doctor Cox. Being... Doctor Cox. And being called a teenage witch. Yes, that show may have been pretty freaking awesome, but still. He wasn't sure if being called Melissa Joan Hart was all that much of a compliment. "So..." Yes, still working things over in his head. "Seriously, how do I prove my..." And, now, finger-quotations, rather enthusiastic ones. "'MANLINESS'?"
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Date: 2007-03-21 01:54 am (UTC)But until then, there was just... Doctor Cox. Being... Doctor Cox. And being called a teenage witch. Yes, that show may have been pretty freaking awesome, but still. He wasn't sure if being called Melissa Joan Hart was all that much of a compliment. "So..." Yes, still working things over in his head. "Seriously, how do I prove my..." And, now, finger-quotations, rather enthusiastic ones. "'MANLINESS'?"