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"Did you know that, uhm, apparently, smell is the only one of the five senses with direct pathways to the hippocampus and the amygdala? Which...means noses are...uhm, connected to our memory center." She spills the tidbits of trivia with a small smile; brown eyes suddenly narrowing when she catches sight of something. "Speaking of, uhm, noses...you have something on---" Without much thinking, she gently leans in, taking away the speckle of dust (perhaps pollen?) that gathered on Julian's nose. It almost seems like she's booping their nose, which causes Lexine to chuckle in slight bashfulness. "So--Sorry, I should've asked first, before---" (you said 'boop the doctor's nose' so...not me, logging in just to send this UIWEHDKASHDWUIEHD, I HOPE THIS IS OKAY?? BUT FEEL FREE TO IGNORE IF IT'S NOT FITTING OR SOMETHING; PLS HAVE A GREAT DAY DAY, LEN-LEN!!)
@theimpalpable | CASUAL MID-CONVO BOOP?
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There is a lot of things Jules knows that relate to anatomy, biology, the way the body functions, but he can't actively claim neurology to be his favourite subject among all those they'd at least had to dip their toes into to even become a general practicioner.
There are things he's forgotten about.
Things they've carefully stored elsewhere in their brain, to be picked out in case of necessity.
And even things he's familiar with but likes to discuss and relearn as often as possible.
At the time, he doesn't quite recall which of these apply to the context of listening to Lexine describe the connection between one of the many senses the human body is capable of relying on - because oh yes they've been reading articles, identifying colours through touch? - via the section of the brain tasked with translating what is experienced into information for the human themselves to access, but that paraphrasing alone, and the continuous nodding, bright eyes trained on her as still in his GP, depending on her to make it through the three years of their specialisation, what better way to portray how truly enthralled he is?
Enchanted in the most innocent way, simply an active and curious mind, metaphorically walking alongside an equal, a woman who seems to sparkle with enough interest of her own that, by the time he's managed to distract himself from all the ways they could continue this conversation into even more intriguing themes to notice she's approaching his face, she's already apologising.
Ah, yes.
Julian blinks at her, one hand shooting up instinctively to touch where the remnants of her boop are still fluttering along the skin of their nose, beckoned into the motion more by her apology than the gesture in on its own.
"Ah, oh no, don't worry," he laughs, and there's not a note of awkwardness in their tone. If there's one thing they're used to, then it's the occasional hand in their face. Be it just via experiences with... odder patients they've had before they were kindly redirected to someone who could be more helpful to them, or even the women in his life (mother, two aunts, one of which had a wife) who'd always enjoyed wetting their thumbs and dragging it across his cheeks (no matter how old they are), Julian has no complaints here.
Not that... they'd tell her that.
That'd probably be weird... wouldn't it?
He blinks.
Oh, hell. Gotten lost in their head again. They quickly shake the concentrated frown off their face and continuing dismissing Lexine's worry.
"Don't worry, I should thank you, actually. I'd have never noticed," because they never do. "I- I mean, not that... No, I just... It's a habit, I don't realise- You see, I've had quite a few situations where-- sometimes odd things happen and--" they swallow around the jumble of words he can't disentangle and press their forefinger to his lips, as though shutting himself up.
Blink.
"I'm making a mess," a chuckle, "what I meant to say is, thank you. You were saying?"
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