- IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

[slightlyoffchilt]

"Hello.

You've reached the direct line of Doctor Frederick Chilton. As I am not available at the moment, you might assume I'm quite busy with something pressing. State your name and business, and I will return your call."

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[kingpawn]

[ He glared at Chilton and then after a few moments more, he complied -- releasing him. ]

Lover's quarrel. Sometimes he just doesn't know when to bite his tongue.

[ Walt explained, straightening his jacket. He reached into his pocket and dropped a few bills far larger than what their measly few drinks would have cost. And with that, he headed to the door rather abruptly -- leaving it up to Chilton whether he trailed behind or not. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

It isn't -- it wasn't a lover's quarrel. [Insisted Chilton, his knees pressed together as if in prayer while Walt walked away.] He's -- that man is my patient. Isn't it obvious? I'm not...

[Glancing around the bar room, Chilton swallowed, quickly forming the itinerary of action in his mind. He'd slip away, stall in the bathroom (examine the damage and clean up if necessary), then... Wait. Wait until Walt was gone for sure, then call a cab.

Then come home to Raina, to what he hoped would include a night of no questions asked.]