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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countershocks) wrote2020-06-29 04:08 pm
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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?