This is cliche and short but I actually finished it so
"I need another word for ‘cleansed’."
"Do I look like a Thesaurus to you, Nurse?"
Nursey looked up before he could stop himself, shock on his features for barely half a second before switching to… Pleased? Content. No, chuffed. (God, Nursey wanted to use that word in a poem one day. Chuffed.)
Dex, however, didn’t look up. The keys on his thick black laptop clicked almost continuously, and Nursey did not debate internally on whether he was writing an essay or lines of code, because he had poetry assignments to finish for tomorrow. While not procrastinating, he shifted his mind to the whirring machine- it was really fucking old, but the thing was, Dex was the kind of person to repair his own electronics instead of upgrading them. (Like, with pliers and everything. He’s seen it happen.) The thing was in really good shape. Similar to the way that Hugh Jackman was by no means a spry twenty year old, yet looked like it would take nothing short of a battering ram to knock him over. A nice, solid, dependable-
"What the hell are you muttering about now?” Dex muttered, the hypocrite.
“Aw, nothing.” (Hugh Jackman) “The next line.” (Hugh Jackman as a laptop)
“What’ve you got?"