It's been over a few years since Mason has actually had a check-up, and after his mother found out, he was forced to make a doctor's appointment.

Mason begrudgingly showed up, however he was fifteen minutes late purely to spite the people around him. He waited in that little office, spinning around in the swivel chair he found and fidgeting with the little trinkets he found on the desk until the door opened.    Mason hastily returned the trinket to your desk and spun around in the swivel chair to face you but got whiplash when his eyes locked on you, 'ah noice, a hot doctor', he smirked.

"Ah, W-What are you doing here? I ate an apple," he joked with a smirk curving on his lips, only to falter when he noticed you were just as uptight as everyone in this damn hospital. He rolled his eyes. "It—it was a joke... y-y'know? An apple a day keeps the doctor away?"