Tobacco, talking, and trouble // closed, in progress

[medico_male]

WHO: Muraki (medico_male) and Oriya (lying_facade)
WHAT: The good doctor is in for more trouble than he expects
WHERE: Kokakuro, then Muraki's clinic
WHEN: Day 142, evening

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[lying_facade]

At the moment, much to his displeasure, the restaurant owner was smoking a normal cigarette, leaning against the back door that Muraki had already grown accustomed to using. He sighed heavily before palming at his forehead and dropping the but on the floor.

"Inside."

[medico_male]

"You haven't been this mad at me since you heard about that boy I enjoyed and marked. They say he's dying now, you know." Muraki knew Oriya well enough to know that his friend would want to ask all of his questions first. There was no point in starting off with explanations.

"If you want to grab your pipe, you'll enjoy it more." He showed him the elegant container and opened it so the contents could be seen and appreciated.

[lying_facade]

His expression softend after a few moments of just looking at his friend, wandering inside to grab his abandoned pipe and walk back outside.

"What is this? A peace offering?" He smiles slightly though.

[medico_male]

"It's a gift. I can still give you those, can't I?" He raised an eyebrow, but smiled warmly and leaned against a column.

The sooner this conversation began, the sooner it would be over with and he could be completely calm again. As it stood now, Muraki inwardly felt a bit of concern.

[medico_male]

The obvious thing to do would be to sedate Oriya until the drug's effects wore off and Muraki could see if there were any lingering problems. He watched the scratches on his arms heal as he opened a cupboard, found the right vial, grabbed it, and also retrieved a syringe.

"You're going to feel a little sting, and then you'll rest. Hopefully you'll be much better as you wake up."