New meetings in a new environment

[sparklepiredesu]

Who: Takuma Ichijou, Sho, and Aya
What: Meeting up
When: May 16th
Where: Room 3-33
Warnings: None!

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[urnotafraid]

It wasn't the first time he had to fill out paperwork in order to see a doctor and then had to fill out more in order to get the right treatment, but it certainly was a pain in the ass. Sho smiled at the nice young nurse that took the papers and then neatly shredded them without even looking at them. He then stopped at a store to replace his clothing before hitting the Stowaway section of the ship.

He changed out of his coat and his shirt as he walked, bundling the stained garments inside his towel. There were afew people he recognized from before, and he grew even more annoyed at having to start this over again. He had a business and he had cred back on the Sif but no, he still needed to start over again

[sparklepiredesu]

Takuma opened the door when the knock was heard. He could hear the other's approach, but he didn't want to open the door right as he arrived and frighten the poor man.

The six-foot, willowy blond smiled brightly at him. "Hello Sho-san! Come in!" he said opening the door wider for Sho to step inside. "I'd offer you something, but I'm afraid I don't have anything to offer right now" he said with an abashed smile.

The smell of blood still lingered on him, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle control wise.

"How are you feeling?"

[urnotafraid]

It wasn't often that he actually had to look up at people. Sho was pretty used to being tall for a Japanese man, but his new friend was just a little bit taller. It made him wonder what blood Takuma claimed before he shook that thought out of his head. He wasn't in Mallepa and even then he really wasn't a blood snob like so many gangs could be.

"It's nothing that a little relaxing won't cure," Sho replied. Maybe it was a sign of the doctor's care or his own tolerance for getting shot, but Sho wasn't going to let his injuries get in the way.

[kendonobara]

Aya had just returned from work, folding origami. Five hundred flowers and assorted animals in eight hours. Usually, his hands wouldn't be so sore because of how he handles a sword, but obviously he needed to get back into shape as his fingertips were quite sore. Not to mention cramped and littered with paper cuts.

Without paying attention, he opened to door, and stepped in, thinking it was his own room. He stopped, looking to Sho and Takuma, puzzled. He checked the door again.

'3-33'

"...ah...sorry." Aya turned back around to leave, knowing full well this was awkward.