Forty-seven serpents: when you bring downfall home

[scarysnakelady]

[Video]

[When the PCD turns on, she's staring at a knife in her other hand (cheap stainless steel, salvaged, wasn't meant to last very long anyway), noting the way it's sheered off in half, weak metal succumbing to stress and finally breaking when she used it to set off a trap just ahead of her. Her expression isn't the vague annoyance or

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[bunny_flower]

Mitarashi-dono, your arm is infected.

[scarysnakelady]

Might be, I guess.

[All said in a 'do I care?' sort of tone]]

[bunny_flower]

There is no might about it.

[scarysnakelady]

I'll look at it later.

[Much later. As in never.]

[bunny_flower]

I am afraid you've already left it alone quite long enough.

[scarysnakelady]

Tch, it's nothing, it'll be fine! I'll take care of it when I have time!

[bunny_flower]

Anko-san ... this is not exactly a request.

[scarysnakelady]

[Now that makes her stop, narrowing her eyes at the PCD.]

Are you threatening me, Unohana-san?

[bunny_flower]

If telling you that I will come and heal you even if you don't want me to is a threat, then yes, Anko-san. I am threatening you.

[With a smile. And niceness. And caring for you.]

[scarysnakelady]

[Just adding to her reasons she doesn't like healers when they're trying to heal her, here, Unohana...]

Heh, so there's the true colors of a 'healer', hm?

[bunny_flower]

Ara, true colors, Anko-san? It is not like I have ever pretended to do or be anything else, have I?

Besides, you are behaving stupidly.

[You want honesty? There it is.]

[scarysnakelady]

Oh no, you pretend to be this nice, sweet, kind lady but I guess we all know what medics are underneath, huh?

Yeah, well, so what?

[bunny_flower]

Why I'd be interested to hear your take on it, Anko-san.

So I am telling you.

[scarysnakelady]

There's my take there. I don't need help. I can handle things just fine.

[No she can't. She's running on empty. But getting her to admit that is a different matter.]

[bunny_flower]

No, you can't, Anko-san. And there's no shame in recognizing it.

[scarysnakelady]

[The only answer she gives is a glare. Yes, there is, for her.]