( he assumes right, even as takasugi allows law to work on the sore muscle if he wants. he keeps those fingertips pressed into the scarred muscle, totally unfazed by the touch as long as he's the one one leading the conversation. a good chunk of his life had been being scrutinized constantly in regards to his health, but the hands on this doctor are a bit different, he thinks. maybe it's thanks to the way he slings a blade, or maybe it's something else, but.
there's a small scar in the skin where something clearly pierced him, which law is surely about to determine himself. takasugi's confident he can. this can't be beyond a guy with insane techniques that let him ghost through the hidden curve of his ribs. )
Naturally. Anywho, after the bullet went through the skin, I found myself in a... situation with someone I've imprinted with a great deal. Rather than prick it out with a knife like I assumed they would, given how close it was to the surface, we ended up touching much like this.
( well. more than this, but he's not about to say all that. )
A few friendly presses here and there, and then suddenly the wound started to ache less, and further still. Pretty fascinating, am I right? I doubt many have figured this out, especially when it takes a near-death experience, but I just so happen to be the most interesting guy around. You're lucky to have me as your patient!
[ sometime during the explanation, law stops pretending being affronted and lets his real interest flash in his eyes. it is easy enough to see it is a bullet wound; but what is truly interesting is how the wound healed.
though, ]
A few friendly presses, [ he says, voice flat as he raises his brows, clearly assuming it to have been a little more than just that. which is why he sighs and mutters, ] That's not exactly proper wound care.
[ and then, louder, ] Yes, it seems I am. [ a grin pulls at the corner of his lips, if only for a moment. his eyes look like he is in battle. ]
Now, tell me something, "the most interesting guy around"... Did all that friendly touching remove the bullet, in the end? [ his fingertips rest on the wound, still. ]
No, I'm just curious to what extent the imprint affected your physical body.
[ he's going to make so many notes about this, actually. he's already glancing at his notebook on his desk longingly...
but before that, he runs his finger down the length of the scar, feeling for where the bullet went in, how smoothly the flesh has since knitted itself back together. ]
And if it had still been in there, I would have removed it. No patient of mine walks around with bullets in their flesh.
When things get tough, we often have to make tough choices. I’m just grateful it didn’t break apart more in my body, or that the ones who shot me in the first place didn't have access to more involved weaponry. You know, like a laser pointer attached to the barrel for better accuracy or something.
( an awkward pause follows, and then: )
You're getting really comfortable with that spot. It's getting a little embarrassing now, actually.
( says the guy who shoved law's hand on him in the first place... okay. )
You're the one who wanted me to inspect it. You'll manage.
[ said with the most deadpan tone he can muster, staring at takasugi with a pointed look in his golden eyes — and then he steps back, turns around, walks back to his desk and starts scribbling in his notebook.
and, without looking up, ] Was there anything else?
Not particularly. Aside from... a medication refill. I'm not entirely convinced it's making a difference, but I agreed to keep it up.
( a smirk tugs at the corners of takasugi's mouth as he fits his clothing back into place, the folds of his kimono and jacket always making his lithe frame look larger than it is.
there's a playful wag of that fox tail, the knifeshine in his eyes attentive to each stroke against paper, and then: )
You're a real diligent worker. But remember, all work and no play can make things a bit boring. Don't you have any other employees?
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there's a small scar in the skin where something clearly pierced him, which law is surely about to determine himself. takasugi's confident he can. this can't be beyond a guy with insane techniques that let him ghost through the hidden curve of his ribs. )
Naturally. Anywho, after the bullet went through the skin, I found myself in a... situation with someone I've imprinted with a great deal. Rather than prick it out with a knife like I assumed they would, given how close it was to the surface, we ended up touching much like this.
( well. more than this, but he's not about to say all that. )
A few friendly presses here and there, and then suddenly the wound started to ache less, and further still. Pretty fascinating, am I right? I doubt many have figured this out, especially when it takes a near-death experience, but I just so happen to be the most interesting guy around. You're lucky to have me as your patient!
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though, ]
A few friendly presses, [ he says, voice flat as he raises his brows, clearly assuming it to have been a little more than just that. which is why he sighs and mutters, ] That's not exactly proper wound care.
[ and then, louder, ] Yes, it seems I am. [ a grin pulls at the corner of his lips, if only for a moment. his eyes look like he is in battle. ]
Now, tell me something, "the most interesting guy around"... Did all that friendly touching remove the bullet, in the end? [ his fingertips rest on the wound, still. ]
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( his expression falls neutral, totally unbothered by the turn in question. )
Why? Did you want it? Because I'm kind of attached.
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[ he's going to make so many notes about this, actually. he's already glancing at his notebook on his desk longingly...
but before that, he runs his finger down the length of the scar, feeling for where the bullet went in, how smoothly the flesh has since knitted itself back together. ]
And if it had still been in there, I would have removed it. No patient of mine walks around with bullets in their flesh.
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( an awkward pause follows, and then: )
You're getting really comfortable with that spot. It's getting a little embarrassing now, actually.
( says the guy who shoved law's hand on him in the first place... okay. )
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[ said with the most deadpan tone he can muster, staring at takasugi with a pointed look in his golden eyes — and then he steps back, turns around, walks back to his desk and starts scribbling in his notebook.
and, without looking up, ] Was there anything else?
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( a smirk tugs at the corners of takasugi's mouth as he fits his clothing back into place, the folds of his kimono and jacket always making his lithe frame look larger than it is.
there's a playful wag of that fox tail, the knifeshine in his eyes attentive to each stroke against paper, and then: )
You're a real diligent worker. But remember, all work and no play can make things a bit boring. Don't you have any other employees?