DATE: Day 93 CHARACTER(S): Muraki/nagasakivampire and Katze/kit_katze STATUS: Closed, in progress SUMMARY: Katze's hands are bothering him. What's the price for proper treatment? LOCATION: Infirmary
Katze couldn't ignore it any longer. He was losing precious time when he was up to no good. Fortunately so far he'd avoided setting off security but it was only a matter of time until he did. It wasn't through any error or natural slowness. His hands simply wouldn't move as fast as he wanted.
He'd approached medical warily. And of course the only one present had to be Muraki. He supposed that was easier than explaining what exactly he needed his hands for that couldn't wait.
Standing in the doorway, Katze just stared at him for a long moment. He was waiting to be waved in or away, unconsciously needing an Elite's choice to decide what to do with himself.
He noticed someone in the doorway and almost laughed. What timing Katze had today, to show up just when he was on Muraki's mind. But rather than laugh, he smiled politely and nodded at the redhead.
Muraki stood up and made sure the tray of examination tools was set out, ready for use if Katze was truly here for medical reasons.
"I haven't seen or spoken to you in days. I trust that your friend is settling in nicely?"
"Yes." It was simply that. No elaboration. He didn't want to drag Riki into this more than he already was. No reason to make Muraki think he cared overly much.
"Something's wrong with my hands," He said simply, holding them out. There wasn't much wrong except a bit of a swelling. But at the same time Katze knew that getting them looked at right away was important in case there was something terribly wrong.
Muraki pushed his glasses up his nose and adjusted one of the lights above his head. If Katze wanted to keep it simple, he could play along for now.
"What have you been doing with them lately?" he asked, although he already knew the answer to that. Katze did one thing with his hands constantly and that sort of repetitive motion caused damage after years of it.
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He'd approached medical warily. And of course the only one present had to be Muraki. He supposed that was easier than explaining what exactly he needed his hands for that couldn't wait.
Standing in the doorway, Katze just stared at him for a long moment. He was waiting to be waved in or away, unconsciously needing an Elite's choice to decide what to do with himself.
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Muraki stood up and made sure the tray of examination tools was set out, ready for use if Katze was truly here for medical reasons.
"I haven't seen or spoken to you in days. I trust that your friend is settling in nicely?"
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"Something's wrong with my hands," He said simply, holding them out. There wasn't much wrong except a bit of a swelling. But at the same time Katze knew that getting them looked at right away was important in case there was something terribly wrong.
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"What have you been doing with them lately?" he asked, although he already knew the answer to that. Katze did one thing with his hands constantly and that sort of repetitive motion caused damage after years of it.
He held one hand and quietly examined it.
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