The word Doctor isn't something that Gannicus recognises. He thinks he can guess, by the context of being told to see one and his current state, but Gannicus isn't exactly fond of thinking too hard at the moment. Not with the headache, the black fire of pain that constantly consumes his every thoughts. With that going on, Gannicus really doesn't like to do much thinking at all.
Still, he draws his arrogant facade around him like a protective cloak and strolls in to Justine's office as if his head wasn't about to explode at all. He stops in front of Justine's desk and clasps his hands in front of him, smirking a little as he boldly lifts his chin and announces:
no subject
Still, he draws his arrogant facade around him like a protective cloak and strolls in to Justine's office as if his head wasn't about to explode at all. He stops in front of Justine's desk and clasps his hands in front of him, smirking a little as he boldly lifts his chin and announces:
"I present myself."