IT DOESN'T FEEL THE SAME / joining

coming up besides stocking was the newly-promoted medic, a sour expression on his face. he listened in on the conversation for a brief moment before turning to stocking and squinting. "why the fuck are you talking like that?" so eloquent. malphas liked to get right to the point, as quickly as he could. of course, he liked stocking, but the change was pretty jarring.

"hey," malphas greeted the weirdly-named individual, not changing his demeanor. "i'm malphas. medic here. come see me if you're hurt or some shit, i don't care," he said, then grinned, seeing an opportunity to mock stocking. "madam, my name is malphas- that's the first name. i'm nothing but a lowly medic in this agonizing hell of a clan, so please grace me with your presence if you feel ill or somehow injure yourself," he made fun of stocking, his tone light-hearted, and then he returned to his dull self. "whatever."