Day 38 - Doctor's Office 3 [Dr. Kisugi] [Second Shift]

[damned_doctors]

It was her first day of work in a new facility, but Dr. Makiko Kisugi wasn't feeling nervous at all. To the contrary, all she felt was a sense of anticipation, an eagerness to see what opportunities might arise in a place such as this.

She was far from home, though, and so painfully new that she'd not dare take too many liberties as yet. As

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[theroadsofar]

Dean's expression remained the same, but his eyes flicked down to follow the doctor as she reached out and rifled through a couple of pages in a file - his file, he assumed. The only reaction at her words was a faint tightening of his casual smile, even as he shrugged

[theroadsofar]

So she was single and she didn't want to talk about it. And she was determined to swing the subject back to him rather than consider the fact maybe she was uptight and needed to loosen up

[damned_doctors]

Makiko met the man's look with a steady gaze and just the faintest hint of a smile; it was the most genuine expression she'd worn during their entire session, and it showed a trace of smug, self-satisfied amusement. She knew she'd hit a sore point, and had done it on purpose. He'd irritated her just enough that she'd decided to try amusing herself instead of putting up with it.

"Ah, Mr. Derringer, I somehow doubt you're completely fine with who you are, considering that you're sadly suffering from delusions and confined to a mental institution." She looked back down again long enough to finish the line she'd been writing, then set her pen down and folded her hands on the desk. "Since you're here to get better, so you can presumably return home and continue your real life, I'm not sure how finding out about me would help you in any way."

As for his list - well. In some ways he was correct, and in others, very far off the mark indeed. Her work, her life? Not at all, not when she had so many more important things to be doing. It was

[theroadsofar]

Oh, it wasn't to help him to get "better". The more he fished about for information about Makiko Kisugi, sooner or later he'd have to pick up something that might help identify just what she was exactly. Problem was, it wasn't as easy as dropping by the local library, jacking their computers, and doing a few searches on the good doctor herself, finding out if there'd been any weird deaths following her around wherever she moved. Usually with these things, there was a pattern forming over the years, but he had to find it first.

Of course, he could just be jumpin' the gun because he was stressed and needed something to hunt.

That and Kisugi was a Grade A bitch.

As it was, he didn't really have anything to go by other than that Kisugi was almost inhumanely neat, and she'd looked at him funny. Even for him, that wasn't really much and he was saying this coming from years worth of taking on hunts from rumor and hearsay. Dean adjusted his position, legs still on the desk as he decided what to do. On one hand, it looked like Ice Queen

[damned_doctors]

Now this was finally beginning to become less boring. His family, the brother especially, was clearly a vulnerable spot and figuratively digging a knife into it was about all the amusement Eric could really provide for her, since his flavor was too weak to be of much interest.

Makiko folded her hands together atop the file on her desk, returning to her default calm expression as she regarded him, just as though he weren't staring at her with that look on his face. It wasn't as though he had any chance of hurting her; even if he used the pencil he'd undoubtedly palmed it would barely scratch her and she'd heal quickly enough afterwards.

It was almost tempting to get him to try - it always surprised men so to find such a small and frail-looking woman could match them in strength, could surpass them, even. That was when they usually folded, though, spoiling the taste and leaving her unsatisfied

[theroadsofar]

What Dean really wanted was to know everything about her. It sucked, but that was gonna take time, especially without his usual means of research available, and probably doing a lot of stuff he wasn't gonna be totally cool with. Doctor Kisugi didn't sound exceptionally smug at him seeming to fold, which he wasn't sure if that was annoying or not, and instead was looking at him like he was no more interesting than a piece of flattened road-kill on the way to work

[damned_doctors]

Feel like a human being?

Like a human being?

Makiko had long ago given up on humanity, had changed herself into something so much more, so far superior, that this "Eric" person couldn't even begin to conceive of it. It was laughable, really, and yet at the same time irritating enough that he'd even suggest such a thing that it took away some of her amusement at his reaction to her needling.

She didn't appreciate that. Not in the slightest.

As he leaned in closer she didn't move a hair, didn't so much at twitch at his proximity; it was as though they were still seated on opposite sides of the desk. And then, slowly, the corners of her mouth turned up and her eyes turned ice cold in a distinctly malicious smile. "Even if you were my type," she replied softly, and with an edge of distaste, "I somehow doubt you'd enjoy it very much