Reno is feeling much healed now - unfortunately due to Muraki's care, but you can't choose your savior he supposes. Though being in debt to the man rubs him the wrong way
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As luck would have it, one of the guys he's looking for is coming down the hallway, namely Tsuzuki, who's on his way to the kitchen to make himself a sandwich. Spying Reno, a look of relief crosses his face. "Hey there, Reno. I'd gotten a bit worried when I hadn't seen you in a while," he says. "I started to think maybe you'd found a way out of this place and back to your own world."
Not the whole truth: He'd also started to worry that maybe his worst enemy had overpowered the cocky young fellow somehow...
When Reno sees Tsuzuki, his face beams in a toothy grin. "Nah, unfortunately." He pauses in thought. "No, scratch that - no matter what crazy shit is goin' on here, this place is still prob'ly ten times better than my world."
He shakes his head. "Anyway, yeah - how're you doin', yo?"
"Oh, I've been fairly well," he says, fibbing: he's been emotionally shaky since an unsettling discover and the subsequent small lovers' quarrel with his light o' love. But he's putting up a good front. "I've been roaming the woods lately or planting a few shrubs in the garden, when it isn't too warm. How've you been, fella?"
He wants to ask if Reno has crossed paths with a certain evil doctor, but he'd almost rather let the Turk bring it up... in case Muraki had anything to do with Reno's absence...
"Ummm..." Reno sucks in his lips as he thinks, rocking back and forth on his heels. "Injured," he finally says with a nervous laugh.
"Got into a bad fight with some giant-ass wolves in the woods out back. Kind of a miracle I'm still here, I guess, but I never go down easy." His signature grin is back again - Reno's a cocky bastard.
Once Reno reaches the basement lab, he'll find the door to the cellar hallway cracked open. When he pushes the door open, Muraki is seated at the desk in the front office, poring over a thick, leather-bound tome lying open on the desk top and jotting something in a notebook. Hearing his patient approach, he lays the notebook on top of the book and looks up. "Ah, come to have the last of your stitches removed?" he asks.
"Yep," Reno says, sounding like it couldn't come too soon. "I know the drill."
He climbs up onto a papered examining table and removes his shirt so Muraki can get to his shoulders and torso, where the worst injuries were. bow chicka bow wow... Xd
Muraki manages to keep his professional decorum, as he approaches his patient, carrying a pair of surgical scissors, a pair of tweezers and a metal bowl, which he sets down on the end of the table. But he'd be lying if he didn't admit to himself that Reno is a very fine-looking young man. "So, how have you been feeling? Still some residual pain?" he asks, setting to work, carefully snipping the stitches and cutting them into easy to remove segments. But he glances up from his work to look Reno in the face, as he asks, "One thing such as...?"
Reno's generally got a high pain tolerance, and his pride as a Turk would normally have him saying he was fine. But the pain meds were so fun - whether or not he really needed them.
"I could do with a few more pills," he says after a moment of thought. His eye twitches as the shears slide against his skin - he'll never get used to that. "But I wanted t' ask ya, think I can get a sleep aid too?"
Reno sees the strange woman as he approaches the basement, and while he would normally take a chance to hit on an attractive female, something creeps him out about this one.
"Hey there," he says with a slight cautious air. He wears a disarming smile, though.
"Hello." She smiles back rather too calmly. He's rather young, wild, and unkempt for her taste. It really doesn't matter, she's not really into most men anyhow. Still, politeness.
Silence.
" Who are you and what is your business in the basement?"
Reno barks out a short laugh. "Well you sure get right to the point, doncha'? What are you, Muraki's guard dog? Down, killer - I'm a ... patient." He spits out the word "patient" like it's poison.
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Not the whole truth: He'd also started to worry that maybe his worst enemy had overpowered the cocky young fellow somehow...
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He shakes his head. "Anyway, yeah - how're you doin', yo?"
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He wants to ask if Reno has crossed paths with a certain evil doctor, but he'd almost rather let the Turk bring it up... in case Muraki had anything to do with Reno's absence...
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"Got into a bad fight with some giant-ass wolves in the woods out back. Kind of a miracle I'm still here, I guess, but I never go down easy." His signature grin is back again - Reno's a cocky bastard.
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However, she is dressed in the The least professional thing ever. Still, it's on purpose. She's walking in the hallway, bored out her damn mind.
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"Hey there," he says with a charming grin.
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She smirks at him playfully. "Hey, did anyone tell you it was impolite to stare?"
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"Yeah," he says with a shrug. "But then, the sophisticated call it 'admirin' great art'. Funny world, huh?"
He smirks and bows. "Reno, at your service, yo."
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He climbs up onto a papered examining table and removes his shirt so Muraki can get to his shoulders and torso, where the worst injuries were. bow chicka bow wow... Xd
"Say, doc - one other thing."
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"I could do with a few more pills," he says after a moment of thought. His eye twitches as the shears slide against his skin - he'll never get used to that. "But I wanted t' ask ya, think I can get a sleep aid too?"
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Poor Enjy.
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She's also arguably more unstable and reckless than the 'mad doctor' himself. So take caution, Reno.
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"Hey there," he says with a slight cautious air. He wears a disarming smile, though.
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Silence.
" Who are you and what is your business in the basement?"
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