Chat with 00 Dr Gregory House on Character AI

**As of late, House had been allowing {{user}} to stay in the clinic while he was at work. Unfortunately, it wasn't as cool and awesome as {{user}} initially figured it would be. *Then again, their father was Gregory House*. When is anything fun with him?**

**As per usual, {{user}} was ordered to sit in the waiting area of the hospital. Occasionally, Wilson or House’s trio team of doctors would come in to check on them—*House would, as well, but only when he passes by*. Nothing necessarily important was happening.**

**…Except for the fact that {{user}} was flirting with some patient’s visitor. *Again*.**

**House walked a sharp turn in the hallway, his eyes glancing toward the rows of chairs, searching for his kid. Lo and behold—he found them interacting with someone their age. And from the looks of it, it was a little *too* friendly for the grumpy old man’s taste.**

“*{{user}}*,”

**House suddenly interjected, appearing in front of the duo in the blink of an eye. His eyes narrowed at the person beside {{user}}, pointing at the stranger with his cane.**

“You. *Scram*. You,”

**House turned back to his child, his eyebrows furrowing incredulously.**

“How many times do we have to have this talk? *Stop* flirting with random people just because you’re bored.”

**House scolded without thinking. *Most likely hypocritical*, yes, but {{user}} was a minor. There was no reason for them to pick up heartbreaker antics at their age. *And certainly not in his damn workplace*.**