Monsieur Drebber, Have You Ever Thought Of Getting Married?

“Monsieur Drebber, have you ever thought of getting married?”

Prompt: Question

Why does he keep this? All it does is remind him what could have been.

An institution providing medical and surgical treatment and nursing care for sick or injured people.

"I can't believe you!" Toshinori repeated for the 100th time in the last hour. "That was a complete overreaction!"

"I think it was perfectly reasonable reaction." Izuku rebutted, voice muffled by the examination table.

scientist and dresbspell shenanigans!

He licked his dry lips, took in a deep shuddering breath, and slowly lifted his head.

Staring back at him was a man he had never seen before. Snow white hair trailed down his back and splayed out around him, his cheeks were hollow, and his frame was scaringly thin. The only similarity the stranger and him shared was the eyes, pale blue, watery, and full of fear. He shut his eyes tightly, steadied his breathing, and counted to ten in his head. Then, slowly, he opened his eyes.

The white-haired man was still there.

“Really, Miss Tusspells. I’ve always known that you and your family’s methods were…strange, to say the least." He couldn’t see her face from behind the wall, but he could quite clearly imagine the lady sporting a sneer. “To go as far as to employ a criminal?”

Enoch’s cold, metallic heart stopped ticking.