WHO: Envy (mercury_victim), Kazutaka Muraki (medico_male). WHAT: Envy makes his visit to the good doctor. WHERE: Muraki's home, at his clinic. WHEN: Day 97. Possibly.
He'd taken the time to place his favorite dolls on display in the guest room so he wouldn't have to scramble to find them later. Also special for today was the silvery T-shirt he'd pulled out of his closet. Muraki's pants were more casual than usual, but still as white as the fresh paint downstairs.
Once the doorbell rang, he slipped on his glasses and quietly walked downstairs to get it. One silver-white brow arched as he looked down at the unfamiliar face.
"What can I do for you?" he asked politely. This was not the face he expected to see. Could it be an emergency patient, perhaps?
There's no response for a long moment, just the blatantly curious gaze of those stolen eyes. It's true, the good doctor looks just like that: a good doctor. But Envy knows deception intimately, and the polite tone and pristine white clothes don't fool him for a moment. He knows that kind when he sees it. He knows his own kind.
His tone is mocking when he speaks, sounding off on the boy's gentle, youthful voice. A slow, unfriendly smile curves at a mouth not his own. "Forgotten about our play date already, Doctor?"
His expression didn't change as he waited, although he felt both annoyed and confused at the lack of an instant reply. Something felt off about the boy, something he couldn't quite place, and it nagged at his mind.
Those words caught him by surprise. This was the person he'd been waiting for? But he didn't look like Muraki had expected at all. Strange.
"Of course not, but I'd expected a prettier face than this." It wasn't the face that he'd found most appealing, but the eyes. Without that glimpse of violet, this meeting wouldn't be happening.
"Ah?" Envy tilted his head, a faint hint of amusement touching that unfriendly smile at the doctor's response. He was rather fond of this body himself, but he was flexible, to say the least. Pretty faces were like a change of clothes. "Not what you had in mind?"
He leaned in close, his smile suddenly more like a baring of teeth. Sharp. Monster teeth. If Muraki blinked, he would miss it-- the way Envy's body almost rippled into a new form, smooth and seamless. Lazy blond curls grew into long, dark hair. His skin grew paler. Those warm gray eyes were flooded with poisonous violet, the pupils slitted like a cat's. His voice was a malicious purr.
Muraki was, as a general rule, not fond of blondes. Exceptions happened, of course, but he'd hoped for darker looks today. The doctor stared curiously as Envy's appearance changed, smile darkening as he realized the possibilities of such power.
He stepped aside to let the other man walk in, Behind him, the stairway door was already open. "Of course," he said smoothly, voice already changing to lose the cold politeness he'd had earlier.
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Once the doorbell rang, he slipped on his glasses and quietly walked downstairs to get it. One silver-white brow arched as he looked down at the unfamiliar face.
"What can I do for you?" he asked politely. This was not the face he expected to see. Could it be an emergency patient, perhaps?
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His tone is mocking when he speaks, sounding off on the boy's gentle, youthful voice. A slow, unfriendly smile curves at a mouth not his own. "Forgotten about our play date already, Doctor?"
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Those words caught him by surprise. This was the person he'd been waiting for? But he didn't look like Muraki had expected at all. Strange.
"Of course not, but I'd expected a prettier face than this." It wasn't the face that he'd found most appealing, but the eyes. Without that glimpse of violet, this meeting wouldn't be happening.
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He leaned in close, his smile suddenly more like a baring of teeth. Sharp. Monster teeth. If Muraki blinked, he would miss it-- the way Envy's body almost rippled into a new form, smooth and seamless. Lazy blond curls grew into long, dark hair. His skin grew paler. Those warm gray eyes were flooded with poisonous violet, the pupils slitted like a cat's. His voice was a malicious purr.
"Are you going to let me in?"
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He stepped aside to let the other man walk in, Behind him, the stairway door was already open. "Of course," he said smoothly, voice already changing to lose the cold politeness he'd had earlier.
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