- Joshua had always loved children. Always. Being the youngest in his household, he never got the experience of having a little brother or sister to take care of. He wished he'd been born first, though at the same time he couldn't have asked for a better older brother. In his own way he was rather childish, traits that you'll soon discover dear friends. He was a little reckless at times, a bit in the moment a little too much. He figured that's why he related well to the younger generations. Before the outbreak, he was actually studying to become a pediatric surgeon. There was so much reward from the practice. Every day he hated that he would never get to actually be certified. Children were the greatest. He absolutely adored their never ending energy, their smiles, their light. They were so untouched by society's influenced. Their naive and innocent nature was simply alluring to the doctor. He wished for kids when he was older, when he'd found the perfect girl and settled down. However, seeing that now there were dead people roaming around and eating them, that wish seemed a little more like far away dream each passing day.
It was because of his adoration for the young that he didn't mind the antics of the fifteen year old as much as another might. As her hand reached for his machete, he willingly released it in order to prevent either of the two from getting stabbed during a brawl for the weapon. It was sly. He liked playing along with the girl. He liked to believe that it got her mind off of the gloomy atmosphere of the world. Any chance he got, he would want to be able to give her at least a moment of distraction. A moment of joy in the face of despair. "Girl I will sass you and your manly screams all I want," he teased, snapping his fingers in quite the flamboyant motion. Joshua watched as she cast her eyes upon the stashed that he kept. They were neatly organized, and he made it a habit to keep it as clean as physically possible just in case somebody needed a drastic surgery or something. He liked to always be prepared for the worst. In this world, the worst was indeed likely, after all. It was indeed a gloomy thought, one that crossed his mind and lead him to be on the pointy end of his own blade. She issued an en garde, and he raised a brow. "You know that just means 'warning' right? The French didn't want their opponents to get hurt while sparing so they gave them a warning instead of actually stabbing 'em." Josh knew interesting facts that most people didn't know. He wasn't actually sure of this was a fact, only that a very reliable source had relayed it to him. "So by that thought, you're not actually going to stab me." The man smiled in a cheeky little victory. Well, hopefully she wouldn't stab him anyways. Seeing that he was the groups doctor and all. They kind of needed him.
"Do my bidding, huh?" he questioned, rather pleased at the sound of those words. "In that case, I would like some Skittles. I miss Skittles. In all seriousness though, I always need more gauze." He nodded as his eyes carried a more weighty vibe. "Oh, and Tyler?" The important stare remained. "Always pay attention to your opponent," As he was speaking, Joshua grabbed his secondary weapon from the sleeve tucked along his spine. In one practiced motion, he twisted the blade around that of Tyler's (or, his?) and flung it to the ground. As if she were his dancing partner, he grabbed her free hand and spun her around so that her back landed against his chest. The blunt side of the machete rested below her clavicle. "And the other weapons he or she may possess." He finished his statement with a grin. The doctor released his little prisoner and picked up both knives, placing them in their proper holders on his body. "And hey no sparing in the RV, I have important stuffs in here," the man said childishly.