[open] doctor doctor give me the news
Who: Haruno Sakura & Y. O. U. (especially if your name is Stephanie Brown or Damian Wayne)
What: Sakura's giving physicals and/or attending to small injuries or just about anything in the clinic. While infected by a shard of darkness.
When: All week!
Where: The Clinic.
Rating: PG-Evil!
Sakura adjusted her mustache yet again, glaring at herself in the small mirror set up on one of the flat surfaces in the clinic. She could rock the top hat and the monocle, or the top hat and the mustache, but for some reason when she went for the triad of Earthian Charm (Earth was so popular, really, she had to give it a try), she went past dashing good looks to ridiculous faster than Hidan was to swear.
Which was really, really fast.
Hidan had a dirty mouth. (She liked it. Or was annoyed by it, but there was almost something amusing in how he swore... boyishly.
She took the mustache off again, leaving the top hat on and looking at her pocket watch. (She now had a pocket watch.) Tsking, she shook her head, lamenting how late her next appointment was. Truly, if they were intending to be any late-r, they may as well just lie down on the table. They clearly weren't fit for keeping themselves fit.
Oh, how she'd teach them the wonders of staying in tip-top condition. The restraints were in place just in case people didn't want to look at her lovingly handcrafted charts!
With her red pen of corrections behind her ear, Sakura tucked her pocket watch away again.
Time.
To healthercise.
What: Sakura's giving physicals and/or attending to small injuries or just about anything in the clinic. While infected by a shard of darkness.
When: All week!
Where: The Clinic.
Rating: PG-Evil!
Sakura adjusted her mustache yet again, glaring at herself in the small mirror set up on one of the flat surfaces in the clinic. She could rock the top hat and the monocle, or the top hat and the mustache, but for some reason when she went for the triad of Earthian Charm (Earth was so popular, really, she had to give it a try), she went past dashing good looks to ridiculous faster than Hidan was to swear.
Which was really, really fast.
Hidan had a dirty mouth. (She liked it. Or was annoyed by it, but there was almost something amusing in how he swore... boyishly.
She took the mustache off again, leaving the top hat on and looking at her pocket watch. (She now had a pocket watch.) Tsking, she shook her head, lamenting how late her next appointment was. Truly, if they were intending to be any late-r, they may as well just lie down on the table. They clearly weren't fit for keeping themselves fit.
Oh, how she'd teach them the wonders of staying in tip-top condition. The restraints were in place just in case people didn't want to look at her lovingly handcrafted charts!
With her red pen of corrections behind her ear, Sakura tucked her pocket watch away again.
Time.
To healthercise.