Haku firmly pulled the happy, childish mask on. He would not allow this man to be stronger than he was. He could not. He smiled and 'listened' to the nurse as she chatted, telling him how well-behaved he was being and how lucky he was to have sucha nice doctor like Dr. Muraki, instead of one of the others. He didn't know anything about this 'House' person but apparently he was horrible.
Door opened, patient firmly pushed inside, door shut. That was ... sudden.
He smiled shyly at the pale man, bowing his head slightly. "Good afternoon doctor." He would just smile, nod, and get through this.
Moving to take a seat, he looked curiously at Muraki. "Disappointed? Wht would I be disappointed?" Haku wondered what the 'doctor' knew and if he, perhaps knew something related to Zabuza-san'sdisappearence.
At first Renji didn't realize that something was amiss; he was used to being escorted around by a couple of orderlies at all times at this point. But then they didn't lead him toward the green house, or even the sun room
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Muraki smiled at the orderlies, assuring them that despite his record Mr. Brothers had been perfectly obliging towards him and there would be no need to interrupt. Once they shut the door behind them, the silence was deafening.
Muraki didn't move from where he was seated behind the desk, but he inspected Kyle openly from head to toe. There was nothing beneath those clothes he hadn't already seen, but it was nice to remember. "Good afternoon, Mr. Brothers. I'm glad you look so well today."
Renji said nothing; he mentally counted five seconds, enough time for the orderlies to be far enough away down the hall.
He gave no warning, simply lunging forward, one hand whipping the pen out from his waistband. He flicked the cap off as he leapt onto the the desk. His eyes were fixed on Muraki's neck, where he intended to stab.
Muraki gave little warning, the slight widening of his eyes and perhaps a not-quite-sane smirk that accompanied it. This spell wasn't subtle in the least. At the moment the lights died the room lit up violet, a double pentagram taking up the entire floor of the office.
A single, much smaller pentagram bound Kyle in place on his desk, hands snapped up above his head just as he was about to reach the doctor's throat, his feet held in place so that he couldn't move from the kneeling position.
Still reclining in his chair, the doctor sighed, crossed his legs, and tilted his head up to look at his newly captured pray. "Ah, Renji. I know you enjoy being tied up, but haven't you ever heard of forplay?"
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Door opened, patient firmly pushed inside, door shut. That was ... sudden.
He smiled shyly at the pale man, bowing his head slightly. "Good afternoon doctor." He would just smile, nod, and get through this.
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Muraki didn't move from where he was seated behind the desk, but he inspected Kyle openly from head to toe. There was nothing beneath those clothes he hadn't already seen, but it was nice to remember. "Good afternoon, Mr. Brothers. I'm glad you look so well today."
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He gave no warning, simply lunging forward, one hand whipping the pen out from his waistband. He flicked the cap off as he leapt onto the the desk. His eyes were fixed on Muraki's neck, where he intended to stab.
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A single, much smaller pentagram bound Kyle in place on his desk, hands snapped up above his head just as he was about to reach the doctor's throat, his feet held in place so that he couldn't move from the kneeling position.
Still reclining in his chair, the doctor sighed, crossed his legs, and tilted his head up to look at his newly captured pray. "Ah, Renji. I know you enjoy being tied up, but haven't you ever heard of forplay?"
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