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[andgettingworse]

Day: 29
Characters: Mayuri Kurotsuchi (dissectionist), Paul Morlock (andgettingworse), Cross Marian (underzealous)
Summary: Therapy for Cross. Some communication issues need to be solved. And Cross needs to show particularly what he can do with corpses.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: NIGHT - After evening lock-up.
Status: Closed, Ongoing.

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[underzealous]

Paul may have been on the verge of wetting himself in glee, but Cross was at the other end of the spectrum. He had set to pacing the cell without pause for the entire duration of his wait, teeth biting back his fingernails even further than what they were already gnawed down to. The antsy feeling made him ache for a cigarette, though he knew better-- he kept those God-sent little treasures well-hidden for the time being, figuring Paul would likely confiscate them just to be a dick.

His mind whirled and thoughts brewed for quite a while, until he heard the approaching squeal of some sort of metal (a key, unbeknownst to him) being dragged along the walls and doors. His pacing finally stopped, and he took a moment to relax. Settle back in to his more normal, devil-may-care vibe and expression.

Just as the door opened, the General's arms crossed over his chest, hiding reddened and sore fingertips from view. "We shall, I guess," he replied with a seemingly bored sigh, making good on his promise by walking out in to the hall without a fuss or struggle. Of course, he waited for Paul to direct the way.

Had to make it seem like he didn't remember where the therapy area was.