[open] doctor doctor give me the news

[haruno]

Who: Haruno Sakura & Y. O. U. (especially if your name is Stephanie Brown or Damian Wayne)
What: Sakura's giving physicals and/or attending to small injuries or just about anything in the clinic. While infected by a shard of darkness.
When: All week!
Where: The Clinic.
Rating: PG-Evil!

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[voudouist]

It was pretty fucking handy having a medic nin in, ahem, 'love' with him, and thus in Hidan's view being at his beck and call. Or maybe he was just showing up for the chance to observe her pert ass in a nurse's skirt. That's the kind of shit medic nin wore, right?

He needed to learn his way around the clinic, anyway.

So. He came in with the usual noise. "Hey, baby. What's going on?"

[haruno]

Sakura felt herself blush as she turned around, fake mustache on her finger. She waggles the other hand's fingers, then holds the one with the mustache over her lip. Just trying a few things out, you... murderous loveable lout.

She signs a hello after she's struck that pose, enjoying the feel of her white doctor coat as she walks toward him. A stethoscope, so pointless in most medic work, hung around her neck for once.

Was it... evil sexy doctor time? Somewhat amused, and far too devious, she apes innocence and nods toward one of the examination beds. You know, those nice ones all up at easy doctor access level.

[voudouist]

"Cute," he laughed. "You're such a dumbass, seriously." The insult passed as affectionate for him. That she couldn't talk was definitely a discouraging barrier sometimes, but it did mean she couldn't nag like some girls and she was a kind of adorable otherwise.

He swaggered right on up to her and put his arms around her waist, his hands coincidentally sliding past the small of her back and landing planted on her rear. "Aw, is it time for my exam?"

[haruno]

Sakura suppressed a shiver when he invaded her personal space, though where his handed ended up made her eyebrow twitch. They were still someplace near public, and while she didn't mind the whole idea of more intimate touch, even evil, the thrill of discovery was less thrilling than the insult of interruption.

Those people! With their interruptions!

Sakura's hands slid down his arms, latching on and tugging them off her posterior. A creative follow-up to that meant stepping into him while shifting and pulling to one side, further inviting him to one of the examination tables.

Her smile is just a little inviting, and then a lot more... smirky than smiley.

[batfail]

Stephanie wondered how it came to this. She wasn't especially nervous about doctors and check-ups--after all, she did spend a year and some in Africa with a doctor as her closest friend, and her mother was a nurse--but here, it seemed kind of... painfully normal. Health was important, sure, but did it really matter in the long run? What's the worst that could happen? Get an infection and die and come back two weeks later?

That was sort of negative, so Steph chased the thought away as she entered the clinic. She'd go along with this. She felt as fit as ever, but maybe it would be a good idea to get someone in Paradisa familiar with her records just in case she ended up getting stabbed by a goddess again or something.

"Hello, anybody home?"

[haruno]

Sakura slid her fake mustache into her pocket along with the watch, which she may have had out again to examine with her monocle.

Which is still in, if the top hat has made a disappearance from her head. Lifting one hand to half-wave at Stephanie, she motions toward one of the friendly looking examination tables.

[batfail]

For being around so many people that prided themselves on being detectives, Stephanie could be painfully oblivious. This was one of those times.

Partially, anyway--she wasn't quite sure what was going on with Sakura's pocket, but that was... some special accessorizing she had going on.

"Early for Halloween?" Steph smiled, following Sakura's motion over the tables.

[haruno]

Sakura smiled back, shrugging her shoulders before quirking up an eyebrow and pointing back at Steph. Maybe. How about for her?

She turned around before really seeing a response, going for her bag of craftily oversized utensils. She was looking forward to doing reflex testing. And if she could just manage the "ringing sound that only Steph appears to hear..." ah, yes, there was the very device she desired. Setting it on its four minute time delay as she rustled out her various implements of health prodding, Sakura waited for Steph to make herself comfortable.

The linen covering the examination table was extra starchy. All the better to crackle and snick when sat upon.