ITP: Physicals!

[actualrapist]

[as soon as you step into the room (either on purpose or by accident) a piece of paper will fall on your hand. It reads as follows

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[littlestsoldier]

Why is it so long?

[actualrapist]

I want to cover as much information as possible, while making the actual exam short.

[littlestsoldier]

I'll give you the condensed version then. I'm not filling some stupid form out.

Angel, over six thousand years old and I've injured a lot of shit in that time.

[actualrapist]

... ah... I imagine Raphael is your physician.

[littlestsoldier]

He fixes stuff when I break it, if that's what you mean.

[actualrapist]

He is much more skilled than I am, so unless you have been hiding something from him, I doubt I can be of any help.

[littlestsoldier]

Don't tell him that, it'll go to his head. And his ego is already big enough.

[actualrapist]

Ah, yes. I noticed.

Have you been hiding injuries from him, Michael-san?

[littlestsoldier]

If I say 'yes' are you going to turn around and tell him?

[actualrapist]

No, but I will want to see them.

[littlestsoldier]

Denied.

[actualrapist]

Michael-san, it is likely neither of us will be allowed out of here until I do.

[littlestsoldier]

I'm more stubborn than camp is. Besides, who the hell are you anyways? And how do you know I'm not Uriel or Gabriel, huh?

[actualrapist]

Michael is the only archangel that fits you.

[littlestsoldier]

That's what I thought too, but you'd be surprised how many people can't guess.

[actualrapist]

They must be confused by your appearance.