You May As Well Give In [OPEN]

[snowhearted]

Characters: Hatori Sohma & any of the Fiertia who wanna come down (start your own thread, I suppose, unless you wanna thread invade)
Content: Now is as good a time as any for a check up, so why not visit their oh-so-wonderful doctor? He doesn't bite -- really, he doesn't. He just linefaces.
Setting: The infirmary
Time: Starting now until the end of

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[fifthshirogane]

Naoto disliked doctor visits, but she knew that they were necessary for a number of reasons. A lesser evil to endure to avoid a larger one. She had heard about two of the doctors leaving, and was a bit concerned if Hatori could handle an entire crew by himself. However, there was nothing she could do about it other than hope the man didn't overwork himself.

She knocked on the door and opened the door.

"Hello, I hope I'm not late."

[snowhearted]

Without glancing up immediately -- he'd been penning something important into his notes -- or breaking his concentration, Hatori greeted Naoto with an indifferent "No, don't worry". His pen made a fwp sound as it hit the pad of paper, and for the first time since she'd trailed in, he looked directly at her.

"Have a seat for a few moments," the stoic man motioned to the armchair in front of his desk, returning his attention once again to the paperwork before him. Fingers curled around a clipboard with some sheets attached and handed it over to Naoto, a black pen nestled beneath the silver clip.

"If you could fill this out, that would be great."

[fifthshirogane]

Naoto did as she was told, pulling the chair forward a few inches before sitting down in it and grabbing the clipboard. She had done this kind of thing several times before, and hardly needed to think as she started filling out the information almost without thinking. Name...age...date of birth...and for the first time in her life, she didn't momentarily stop when she reached sex.

After taking a few minutes to answer everything, Naoto looked over her answers before signing her name at the bottom and carefully placing the clipboard back on the desk.

[snowhearted]

"Thank you."

He slid the clipboard back into his grasp and glanced over the information, committing some of it to memory almost automatically. When all was satisfactory, Hatori stood from his seat calmly, not in any particular rush. If this was going to be one of those long days, there wasn't any point in stressing himself out too early. Understaffed infirmaries were a hassle on their own, so he needed to do his job, and do it well, without hurrying through it.

"If you'll just follow me, Naoto," the man tested the name on his tongue, only eyeing the girl very briefly before heading past the sink and row of cupboards toward a bed in the back. It had recently been freshly dressed with a strip of paper -- the kind that crunched with every movement, no matter how minor. The bed was located at the back of the infirmary, which was ideal for anyone who needed their privacy.

There was also a stepping stool, in case Naoto felt she couldn't heave her vertically challenged self onto the mattress without aid.

[fifthshirogane]

Rather than attempt to cling to stubborn pride and attempt to get onto mattress herself, Naoto just went for the stool, getting onto the mattress and yes, making the paper crinkle as soon as she sat on it.

Now comes the fun part, she thought glumly.