[The Medicine Seller, once again known as "Morita Shinichi" or whatever the name I made up last time he needed to have one was, is at his desk in the infirmary
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The garbage can that's all full of protective magic, you mean? See, he had to throw out some paperwork after he accidentally turned it into purifying ofuda, and, well...
[Even if Mr. Shinichi doesn't buy the tuberculosis story, he'll still help Mr. Winchester bandage the cut on his hand from maddening dissections in the Biology lab, right? Right?
Dean raps on the jamb of the infirmary door, sidling in with a towel wrapped around his left hand.]
Hey, uh. Can we disinfect this? I think some frog goo got in it.
S'just a cut, Morita. [He rolls his eyes.] One of the kids was flailing around a scalpel during dissections, and there's probably embalming fluid all up in it.
[He grimaces apologetically. They've always gotten along fairly well.]
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Option 1: Somehow coerce fellow janitor Nagi into doing it.
Option 2: Rise above.
Oh ho ho. He has a plan. He picks up the garbage with one of those long metal grabby things. Haha. Mission accomplished.
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...For now.
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[Yujinn smiles as he comes into the office for the morning, and starts the coffee.]
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Good morning.
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Perhaps... they're simply on their best behavior.
[He does not say that like he in any way believes it.]
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Dean raps on the jamb of the infirmary door, sidling in with a towel wrapped around his left hand.]
Hey, uh. Can we disinfect this? I think some frog goo got in it.
[WINNING SMILE.]
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[He grimaces apologetically. They've always gotten along fairly well.]
Help?
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Come here.
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