Dead right hand?

[verweile_doch]

Characters: Johann Georg Faust VIII (Verweile_Doch), Tachibana Shito (UncaringCorpse)
When: When Shito visits Faust to see if there anything that can be done for the poor zombie's guy's hand.
Where: Faust's clinic.
Rating: PG for adult themes.
Summary: Faust does Necromancy! Zombies are a product of...Necromancy! Oh and he's also a doctor so it's kinda implied he'll try to

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[uncaringcorpse]

If there was one thing Shito hated, apart from the obvious things that he would mention, it was walking. More specifically he hated having to walk across the Safezone with his socks falling down after every few steps.
As the end result the walk had taken twice, if not three times, as much time as it should have taken.

Upon actually reaching the building he stopped outside and simply looked for a few moments. From the impression he'd managed to gather of Faust it seemed like he was going to be similar to the Ferryman, whether that was a good or bad thing was still a mystery to the zombie.

Regardless wondering about matters wasn't going to help his problem. Shito would normally have simply allowed his thoughts to carry on but he knew that time was against him. A dead hand wouldn't be of any use after all.
Sighing slightly he moved into the building. A slightly disgusted look crossing his face at the smell that greeted him.

[verweile_doch]

"You don't appreciate cleanliness?" Faust chuckled and twined his gloved fingers together. "I do suppose you are my newest patient. I don't think I ever got your name." He remarked as he picked up a clipboard and stood up.

With a click of a pen, he stood over to Shito, looking him over and writing away on the paper. "Alright, let's have a look at it, can't practice any medicine if I don't know the problem exactly."

[uncaringcorpse]

"Cleanliness I can appreciate. The strong smell of disinfectant I can't." Shito remarked absently, pushing back the thoughts of a certain zombie from home. He made a quiet 'hm' sound in agreement, "Tachibana Shito."

He didn't move in the slightest when he was being looked over. With the amount of times the Xu Fu had checked it wasn't something which could unnerve him in any way. Saying that though there wasn't a whole lot which would unnerve him in the first place.

Calmly he lifted his right arm and moved the sleeve back, the handcuff being moved toward the hand slightly more. While the hand itself looked normal, as did the arm, there was a visible line where the two were attached.

[verweile_doch]

"Dr. Faust VIII, call me Johann if you like." He went back to his scrutiny with a 'hm' of his own.

Presently, he started chuckling and pulled open his coat. "Nyeh heh heh. I'm glad your reattachment went better than mine." With that, Faust turned, picking up a chart and reaching behind the desk for his dufflebag, wrapping the chain 'round his arm once more. "This way please, one can not have people staring from out the front door..."

Stepping down the halls he stopped at a room and cracked open the door. "This one will do, no patients in it since the place opened I'm happy to say." How to stop necrosis. It would probably take some form of necromancy, but perhaps some medicine would work first.