dat freakin' corgi

O hai. Name's Reku. Just your ordinary southern chica who thinks she's a corgi, nbd. [Independent RP blog! Will rp with anyone, just send an ask!]

[pissyromancenovelist]

Sliding the signed forms back across the table, he straightened them up before tucking them back into his briefcase. Perfect. Now that that was all taken care of...

“Yes, well, I suppose, I shall leave to return to your work for the evening. My office will be in contact with you soon with more details on when and where you are to begin.” Tohma said standing up, straightening his jacket as he looked her over one more time with a smile gracing his pale lips. Reaching into his breast pocket he extended a small business card to her. “If he causes you any trouble, here is my direct number. Though I trust that I am leaving him to capable hands.”

If. It was likely more a matter of when. But, it was best not to frighten this one off so quickly.  This seemed as if it was going to work out just fine. 

“Good evening, Dr. Ditchi.” And with that, he took his leave, from both the conversation and the isolated conference room. There was one more objective he had for the evening and that was peeking in on his beloved boy once more before heading back home hopefully before his wife suspected something was amiss. This was cutting into the time he had allotted to fulfill the dessert requests she had given him which he had used as an excuse to leave the house. Hopefully, his aide had diligently acquired all the items she had requested while he had taken care of this more pressing issue.

[datcorgi]

Reku kept a small, polite smile on her face until the wealthy man left. Yeah, something was bound to happen. She didn’t think she’d need Tohma’s number, but it wouldn’t hurt to be prepared. From what she’d observed, the other had a knack of calming her irritable patient down. Hoo boy, it was going to be a fun night. Still, she couldn’t shake that small feeling of anxiety. Maybe she was just nervous to be spending so much time with an attractive male? Oh, lord, Reku, you need to get laid. He’s. A. PATIENT. 

It was going to be a long night. 

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Tohma hadn’t waited long to call her -- he was serious when he said that he’d be in contact ASAP. Eiri hadn’t been released for long when her phone had rang. Tohma’d given her the schedule and her bosslady had been oddly accepting of the request for extended time off. Then again, he was a wealthy sponsor to the hospital. That and Reku got the feeling that he wasn’t someone that people said no to often.

So, here she was, rocking back and forth on her heels, in front of Eiri’s door. She’d check the slip of paper time and time again to make sure she was in the right place. Sucking in a breath of air, she rung the doorbell, smoothing down the red button-down she’d worn with pants. She originally thought a skirt would be a good idea, but truth be told -- she didn’t own any. It was hot outside, but not hot enough to make her crack her ages long tradition of dress pants. 

She really hoped she got the right place.  Hell, she was starting to think a drink wasn’t a bad idea. 

[pissyromancenovelist]

Ah. Perfect. While Tohma was quite prepared to do some persuasion if necessary, after the trying night he had just had, he was far from in the mood to expend any further energy. 

“Good. Good. Then there appears to be no more need for negotiations.”

Reaching into his briefcase, he pulled out a small stack of papers. 

“This top page is what to expect in terms of salary. I would not expect to take you away from your hours here without the appropriate compensation. We shall work on a schedule that works for you with your hours here. I do expect at least three days a week for the time being. Checking up on his vitals, his progress and frankly his current state of affairs. I will need you to first sign a non-disclosure agreement I have there. Please look over the terms. You will be required to accept the terms discussed there before we can at all continue.”

Folding his hands on the table in front of him, Tohma smiled back in her direction. Ah. This was all working out quite neatly. It would be one less thing to worry about with his stubborn blonde boy. And he could once again concentrate on his pregnant wife, who he was currently attempting to hide these sorts of stressful details of her brother’s hospitalization, in order to keep her from ending up here as well. 

Mika, please forgive me.

[datcorgi]

A small whistle almost escaped the young girl’s lips -- his offer was at least three times what she normally got paid in a day. Must be nice to have that kind of money, she mused. Granted, she wasn’t hurting for money by any means, but she couldn’t necessarily afford a grand steak dinner every night.

As nice as that sounded.

A cute patient and a baller salary -- what more was there? She carefully glanced over the papers that Tohma had brought, going over word-by-word to make sure she hadn’t misinterpreted anything. In all honesty, the offer sounded too good to be true. Reku was conditioned to know that if things were going too well, there more than likely was to be a problem not far off. Keeping her guard up and her wits about her, she signed the agreement. 

She hadn’t seen anything wrong. For now she’d go along with it, ready to jump ship if things became too dicey. Always leave one foot in the door, she thought to herself. Never get too attached to anyone, lest you be left at the door. 

Or altar. Whatever, it had been quite a long time and she wasn’t about to go back to those memories, no sir.

Brightening up, she put on a smile.

 “Of course, sir. Signed and sealed, thank you for this opportunity.”

[datcorgi]

pissyromancenovelist:

Ah. So then she was a fast learner? That would make this all much easier then.

“You are quick to notice. But, yes. In this town it does happen quite often. More so than most would wish to believe” 

“But, with Eiri, it’s a bit more complicated than that. I will assume that you have seen his charts already. So, there is no need to pretend that his current state is just a matter of casual overdrinking.” If only it was that simple. And that was where his worries came in. This was only likely to get worse.

And the means to stopping that from happening was sitting right in front of him.

“Let us cut to the chase, Dr. Ditchi. My brother-in-law is in a very delicate place right now. And he has a tendency to express some of his… issues in rather unhealthy ways. I am not asking for you to take on these issues head-on. He has doctors which see him regularly for those.”

“But, I am looking to have someone follow-up with him for a few weeks. I assume that you know little of his personal life and that makes you one of the few in Tokyo to have that luxury. Given his status, coming back in here will only stir-up even more issues for him given what has transpired tonight.”

“I have watched you with him. And I would like it if you could continue his care in the coming weeks. I have already talked to the chief of staff and the head of the hospital board. They have agreed to allow you to do so. And of course you would be generously compensated for your services.”

She wasn’t dumb by any means.

It was a pretty large hospital that happened to be in a pretty urban neighborhood. He was right, they happened to get a metric ton of drunk and disorderly or otherwise intoxicated patients. To be quite frank, Reku was surprised that Eiri hadn’t thrown up more than he did -- his blood alcohol level was extremely high.

And she had a feeling that this wasn’t the first time, nor the last time, the hospital would be seeing this particular patient. But, she didn’t want to convey this, didn’t want to tell the wealthy man that his loved one was probably an alcoholic. That’s not a fun conversation, no matter who was involved, but even rougher given the other man’s status. Eiri obviously needed more help than what he was getting if he was in the hospital this frequently. 

Eiri....

Did she just mentally use the patient’s name? Damn. She was getting attached. Rule number one of ER work -- never get attached to anyone that walked in the door. They’d normally either die, or go the more favorable route and make a speedy recovery and walk right back out the door. Either way, she hardly ever saw a repeat patient -- it was just the nature of the work. 

She listened more to his words. Great, a follow up. She didn’t mind, no, not at all. Hey, he was cute -- maybe single...

Oh my god, Reku, you need to get laid. 

Pulling herself out of her thoughts, she nodded. 

“Of course, I’d be more than willing to oversee him.” She gave a friendly smile. Hey, she was going to get paid for this, she couldn’t turn down this kind of offer. 

“Just let me know what you’d like me to do, and consider it done.”

[pissyromancenovelist]

Following her down the sterile hallway, the platinum blonde maintained a pleasant air about him despite being lost in a wealth of thoughts. This hospitals and these hallways were growing far too familiar these days. And knowing Eiri it was likely to become even more of the norm if he did not begin to deal with it now.

Stepping inside the conference room, he removed his jacket, setting it on the seat behind him before sitting up straight and facing her directly.

"I thought it best to speak with you about everything now that Eiri-san is not around. Knowing his history, I can imagine what condition he was in when he was brought in... and I thank you for both your care and discretion." Not that she had much to do with the later. But, it was best to give praise anyway given he had far less pleasant conversation likely to follow.

"What is his current recovery looking like?"

[datcorgi]

A shiver went up her spine as she walked towards the conference room. There was something about this other blonde man that she didn't quite... couldn't quite place, but it definitely unnerved her. Perhaps it was the fact that he was one of the hospital's most wealthy benefactors. One wrong move on her part and he could withdraw all the money he'd given to the organization on his behalf.

Oh yeah, no pressure at all. 

She closed the door behind her, and took a seat, watching as he took the one directly across the table from her. Huh.... A confrontational position. Okay, Reku. You've got this. He's just another man. A wealthy man that donates millions of millions of money to the hospital... but just a man. 

That wasn't really helping.

Mentally calming herself down, she nodded as her eyes locked with his. "To be completely frank with you, sir, he's looking pretty good. His vitals were stable the last time I checked, and I think his blood alcohol content is slowly going down. It looks like he just had too much to drink. It happens quite a bit in this town." 

[pissyromancenovelist]

"Excuse me."

“Dr.Ditchi, was it?” A voice spoke from behind the counter as a familiar blonde stood before her a rather friendly look upon his face.

“I hope that I am not interrupting but, I hoped that we could speak in private. Would there be a less public areas available to talk perhaps?” If not, he could call the head of the medical board. He was sure he would be able to find such facilities even at such short notice. The same way his brother-in-law had been able to find a room so quickly.

Business was business and if money and aggressive negotiations got him what was necessary to care for Eiri-san he was not above most things. It was the least he could do given…

 "I promise that I will not waste too much of your time."

[datcorgi]

Those two words brought Reku back to reality and out of her reverie. She brought a hand to her face to wipe her eyes, hoping to play it off as fatigue if she was so interrogated. She looked in the direction of the voice and was a little surprised to see the blonde man that had walked in with her patient. A little bit of a warning bell sounded in her mind - something told her that this man was not someone to be trifled with. If she recalled, he was the one who donated copious amounts of money to the hospital on several occasions.

Right. Him. Another big wig.

Still, she had to remind herself, he was a family member and had a loved one in the hospital. She could sympathize. First and foremost, she had a duty to report to him her findings. Perhaps she could get some information about Eiri that the patient wouldn't tell her himself. 

She looked around and saw an empty conference room not too far off and stood up with a smile. "Indeed, sir, follow me." She smoothed down the pantsuit she was wearing and started to walk in that direction. 

[pissyromancenovelist]

“Mm…”

[datcorgi]

This was the only response she got beside the faint sound of breathing as the long day of physical and mental stress finally did him in for the evening. Forced tranquility. It had been the very thing he had been searching for all damn day.

Why did he let it get that far? He had known better. He did this to himself and he hated himself for it. Hadn’t he learned from the first one? How did he let a pair of puppy dog eyes make him forget?

For now there was no more brat, no more self-loathing, no more unbearable pain… at least for a few hours. He couldn’t speak for morning. But, for now… for now he was fine.

Reku chuckled. Of course, he was half asleep the entire time, so she wasn't entirely surprised when he finally conked out. He needed his rest. A lot of things could be sorted out in dreams. That and oftentimes problems weren't so difficult to face after a good night's sleep. The evening was quickly turning into the morning hours. She pulled up the blanket to cover his sleeping form and quickly checked him over to make sure no further treatment was required - it was best to keep him overnight for observation, but he'd sober up on his own. There wasn't much more for her to do other than to shut off the lights and close his door. 

This certainly wasn't his first rodeo, Reku mused after sitting back down at the nurses' station. Gazing through his file she could see that he'd been here numerous times over the recent years. Well, that certainly would explain that older blonde's reluctance to having Eiri stay in the hospital for longer than necessary. Patients that were known to pop up in the ER frequently were not-so-affectionately known as 'frequent fliers' and frowned upon. 

Still, though... her gut was telling her there was more than meets the eye to this new patient and his mysterious blonde benefactor. 

Either that, or the feminine part of her was starting to take over.

She wasn't entirely sure. 

[pissyromancenovelist]

‘Does anything in particular hurt...?’

Vastly. Achingly. But, nothing that she had the power to fix or his mind had the ability to contend with in his current state.

“No...” the blonde said softly, simply letting himself fall back against the hospital bed once the physical task of sitting up was no longer necessary. Tired. His pale features looked utterly exhausted as his breathing softened as his previously groggy gaze ceased as his eyes shut despite himself. His overwhelmed body revoked control from the blonde. Sleep. Sleep was needed.

A soft knock came to the door as a nurse peeked in. “I have the fluids that were ordered.” She said in a low tone as she looked to Reku and then to Eiri.

“Ah. It is him. What a shame. “, she said shaking her head. Eiri-sensei was here after all. A few nurses had been gossiping about it but she’d have never guessed it would be the truth.

[datcorgi]

A small, sympathetic smile played on the young doctor's lips as her patient thudded unenthusiasticlly against the bed. She felt bad for him, truly. Although she never really went out drinking -- she really only drank socially; she could count on one hand how many times she'd been drunk and not once did she ever need medical attention because of such. Truth be told, she couldn't even DRINK that much liquid, let alone alcohol.

It made her wonder - what was going so wrong in this man's life that he would turn to drinking? Now, everyone had a bit here and there, especially at parties. But this guy didn't look like the frat party type. Naw, but she would have pegged him for the ever-popular 'drown your sorrows in alcohol' type of drunk. But still... it didn't seem like this was his first time here.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door - a nurse. Reku turned her attention towards the newcomer, putting on a bright smile. Ah, yes, finally, the labs she was waiting for were done. She thumbed through the papers, reading them carefully as she finally had her answer. His blood alcohol was nearly five times the legal limit -- definitely high enough to cause anyone to black out, even if they were an experienced drinker. 

Turning back to Eiri, she hid the paper in his ever-growing file. "We're gonna admit you tonight just to make sure you're alright, but if everything checks out, you'll be able to leave in the morning." 

[pissyromancenovelist]

Blonde brows furrowed at the intrusive sound before the novelist’s eyes begrudgingly opened. Examining the female for a second, it took a moment for his grogginess to wear off enough to register her presence again.

The still worn author shifted again as the slight warmth from the blankets were slowly pulled away, sitting up as he was instructed by the blonde female. He wasn’t looking to get anymore lectures for the day. Whatever she wanted was fine. He wasn’t much in the mood to put up much of a fight right now.

“Mm. Close enough.” The author replied as he stabled himself before leaning against the back of the raised hospital bed. God, these things were always so damn uncomfortable, though that didn’t stop him from falling asleep only minutes earlier. ”Who else would go out of their way to be that much of a pain-in-the-ass?”

Tohma was the closest thing he had ever had to a best friend. Their relationship was one that he held in more regard than most of the others in his life, including much of his actual family. They were brothers in most senses of the word but there was more there than even what he shared with his biological siblings.

Though, sometimes it was like having a second mother. Not that his real mother had ever been that overbearing. A slight frown passed his lips as he recalled her existence even briefly, though his generally indifferent look returned near immediately after.

“If he gets on your damn nerves, I can call my sister to reel him in. Though, she’s almost as much of a nag as he is.” Not that he wanted to see Mika anytime soon but, if she found out from a doctor before her husband about the incident she’d probably ream him a new one. He always had that in his back pocket if Tohma got too controlling. Though, he didn’t know why he cared at all to make such an offer to some girl he didn’t know at all. Clearly something in his system was making him far too agreeable right now. Internal bleeding had a funny way of disregarding his concern about emotional walls right now.

[datcorgi]

The room was instantly warmer, seemingly, once that other blonde man walked out. Finally, she thought; she understood that it was oftentimes good to have a family member with you in the hospital was definitely a good morale boost, but she knew also that patients were more apt to lie in front of their loved ones; especially if it was something un-kosher that had brought them into the hospital in the first place. She suspected that this was the case with her newest guy. He seemed a little standoffish to begin with, and she really didn't need anyone around to make him clam up more.

She had to stifle a laugh at his comment, maintaining her composure with a slight cough to the side. "Only family could be that irritating, I get that much," she sympathized, putting the stethoscope up to his back and under his hospital gown so she could hear his lung sounds once more. She heard every breath of his as she moved the instruments to varying spots on his back and froze momentarily when the time came to listen to his heart.

Oh come on, Reku, get it together. You're a freaking doctor, now stop making the goo goo eyes to yourself and examine your fucking patient, she mentally scolded, bringing the lead around to his chest, his skin warm. 

Everything sounded fine, she conceded, and it didn't look like he was about to upchuck anytime soon - the real danger of alcohol poisoning was mainly the fact that patients would upchuck and choke on their own emissions. A nasty way to die, really.

He seemed fine. She slung the stethoscope over her shoulders and noted down some things in the chart before she made eye contact with him again. "Naw, it's fine, he's not a bother. He's probably just concerned about you, which is reasonable. Now, does anything in particular hurt, or is there something I can do to make you more comfortable, sir?" 

[blackmailism]

Hiruma’s spindly fingers stilled in their incessant motion of the keys of his laptop, his elongated ears twitching and swiveling towards the creak in the door and the soft voice that inquired through the ajar disposition of it. One sharp eyebrow raised approximately a centimeter over the other, he cast his viridian over the MIA tester who’d been practicing with his team the first month of recruitment before disappearing.

Of course, given his vast array of blackmail information and the far reaches of his slave network, he knew exactly where she’d been and why she’d been there. Hell, when someone showed up and gathered intimate knowledge of his team’s practices then up and went AWOL, it was only natural to suspect treachery. A spy from another team, perhaps. Thankfully, as his observers had deciphered, this hadn’t been the case. Thankfully for her, that is. She’d keep her life.

”..well look what the fucking cat dragged in.” He quipped from over the softly glowing screen of his computer.

[datcorgi]

Ah, she should have know. The guy pretty much ate, slept and breathed football. How out of things she was to have not recalled that detail. A sigh escaped from her lips. She could tell by his tone that there was probably a big heap of trouble waiting for her if she decided to proceed with this conversation. She hadn't told anyone she was leaving, and hell, didn't really seem like anyone would need to be told, but... there was something highly unprofessional in the way she just up and left the team.

Especially since she put through all that effort to get on it, in the first place. Not wanting to make it seem like a waste of time, she proceeded - but with extreme caution. She'd gathered that talking to the prickly quarterback was often like conversing with a ticking time bomb.

"Yeah, hey," she averted eye contact as she closed the door behind her, "should've known that you'd be here. How's the team?" 

[datcorgi]

A medical leave of absence. That's what was written on the piece of paper she'd just handed to the dean in order to register for classes. Truth be told, she was gone quite a while; but the medical part was all bullshit. Death in the family was the culprit, and the fact that the funeral was overseas didn't help much. It also didn't help that the said dead person was the major breadwinner in the family, so Reku'd offered to stay and help out by getting a job.

That fell through pretty easily, so it was back to the drawing board, and back to school nonetheless. She'd missed an entire semester, so she was quite behind. No matter, she'd do her best to catch up - hell, what was the point of something if it wasn't challenging, right?

But the football team - she was just starting to like it there and then she had to leave. She wondered if anyone remembered her, or would want her back. Eh, she'd give it a shot. Perhaps tackling some folk would get her mind (and her residual anger) off certain life events.

She walked around the back of the school and peeked her head in the door of the football shed.

"Anyone here this time of day?"

[pissyromancenovelist]

The suited musician bowed slightly in the female’s direction as she turned to leave, Eiri’s eyes following before turning back towards his unwanted visitor.

 “So… he already knows?”

“Yes. I believe so.” Tohma said with a slight frown as looked down. “And if he does not know, I would imagine he would soon. Despite my best efforts, I could only quiet things so much, Eiri. I may have influence and connections but, your relationship has been so public that it was unavoidable that there would not be some backlash.”

“Mm. It’s fine. It’s probably for the best. At least it will be over for good this time.”

He could already sense the brat sobbing to the hippie about it. Not that they hadn’t called it quits days ago… but, knowing the runt he would still take the news of him so publically with someone else like a slap in the face.

The male’s teal eyes lifted as the blonde spoke, his facial features looking almost pained as Eiri looked away, staring off into the distance. He was not likely to get much more out of the male about the events of the past few days;  at least, not as he was now. It still hurt the seasoned CEO to watch the author detaching yet again.

He still saw the fragile young boy behind those guarded eyes. This time, he wasn’t even certain if he ought to hope for the pair to find each other again or for his sweet Eiri to simply let go and move on. Their relationship had been so turbulent and this was not the first time he’d seen the author end up here after something had happened to him or the boy. All he wanted was to someday see that bright smile the youthful boy once had on his face return again. And, as much as he hated to admit it… the past few years with the idiot singer at his side had been the closest to that he’d seen since then.

Tohma stayed by the writer’s side as the physically exhausted author fell back asleep, the loss of blood and toxins within his body finally causing his energy levels to drop off again. He brushed the boy’s bangs back, leaving a soft peck on the writer’s forehead. Well, at least while he was here, he didn’t have to worry so much about him. He knew that Eiri trusted him but, he was unlikely going to allow the platinum blonde in without force or alcohol. No. Ever since then the other had seemed to turn to numbing techniques to rid himself of his mental pain. He would have to speak to Eiri’s therapist perhaps. Or find some sort of health aide to follow up with him perhaps. Maybe he could find some other way of watching from a distance if all else failed. His poor Eiri.

Closing the door softly behind him, the musician exited the room and walked over to the nurse’s desk.

“If you could let Dr.Ditchi know that I am leaving. If she needs to contact me or if Eiri gives her any trouble, the chief of staff should have my direct number and my secretary will be on call should I need to be paged. You should still have her number in the system.”  He had certainly dealt with this hospital enough times by now.

“Yes, Seguchi-sama.” The young nurse said with a slight bow as she watched the other taking his leave.

[datcorgi]

Not long after, Reku saw the mysterious blonde leave. She'd heard him talking to the nurse and looked up from another case file she had her nose in from the opposite side of the nurse's station. She carefully watched him with skeptical eyes. There was something about him that gave her the heebie jeebies -- or perhaps that was just the fact that it had seemed the hospital had grown colder since that man's arrival. She shrugged it off and chalked it up to coincidence, and put the current chart away and grabbed her stethoscope. She still had a patient to examine. 

But still... she'd gone back on instinct before, and it had more than often come to bite her in the proverbial ass (or literal, if you count that one encounter with the stray dog). She'd just have to keep a mental note to google that man when her next food break came up. Or do some digging around - he seemed to know pretty much everyone that worked there. And more importantly, they seemed to know exactly who he was. 

She'd caught bits and pieces of the conversation, only snippets due to the fast talking manner of the one man. Something about a relationship backfiring? Suddenly, the pieces began to fold into each other and the puzzle became clearer. It sounded like it was pretty nasty, if it indeed was a break-up, which is probably why her patient had gone drinking in the first place. 

Don't get her wrong, Reku'd been in many a failed relationship [well, nothing within the past five years, she'd sworn off dating after that last one burned her bad] but she couldn't fathom why someone would want to drink their problems away to pretty much the first stages of alcohol poisoning. Yeah, things got pretty rough sometimes and she'd be lying if she didn't feel like knocking back a couple rounds of mango rum after a particularly difficult case, but nothing more than three or four glasses spread out over an evening. She just couldn't imbibe that much liquid, physically.

[and a drunken Reku was not something the world needed to see that often]

Reku knocked on Eiri's door as a professional courtesy, whether or not he wanted her in at that moment didn't weigh high on her list; she'd been interrupted in the middle of a very important exam. Well, to her - if the attending saw that she hadn't completed the first rounds, she would be in very deep shit. 

"Your brother, I'm guessing?" She asked, making lighthearted conversation as she started to pull down the blanket from his body. "By the way, I'm gonna need you to sit up again, sorry." 

Ugh, only if he wasn't so hot. Or her patient. 

[pissyromancenovelist]

Ignoring the blonde’s obnoxious comment, Tohma bit his tongue as the youthful female addressed him. He bowed his head in acknowledgment and plastered a fake smile onto his face. Sir? English speaking and she did not know his name. How interesting. Clearly a foreigner.  She looked barely old enough to be more than a resident.

“Am I to assume that he is in your care for the evening?” Tohma asked, trying to get a sense of how accurate his assumptions were without asking too directly.

“Please excuse my manners for not introducing myself properly. Eiri-san is my brother-in-law, and I happen to be his emergency contact…” Or at least he was usually the one notified in these situations. That was he was usually the first one on the list. “Lucky for him, his sister is out-of-town.”

Eiri eyed the female quickly as Tohma made it a point to remind him of how much bullshit he was likely going to get for this later. At least, this one was still here. And he’d lucked out choosing a week the nag was busy in Kyoto kissing his father’s ass. That would likely cut down on the amount of lecture he’d be forced to hear for the evening. Though, he was sure he’d hear about it later.

[datcorgi]

Good, more English. Reku nodded, clutching the clipboard to her chest. "Indeed he is," she made a quick glance out of the corner of her eye to Eiri out of habit  - if she was talking about someone, she'd often look at them. An awful habit to have if gossiping about them in the near vicinity, really. 

"I'm Dr. Ditchi, and I'm in charge of his case. The paramedics handed me the file when he came in, and I've just been doing the initial check," for some reason, when she looked in Tohma's eyes, she felt the need to justify herself. Inwardly she knew she must have been breaking some sort of protocol by not forcing him out the door when she walked in. However, the hospital did have some pretty big high-rollers, and that would be a fatal mistake if he was such.

Hmm, maybe she should at least get some papers for him to sign to verify that he was who he said he was? At the very least, she decided that it was probably best to leave the two of them alone. The atmosphere in the room was so thick one could probably slice it with a knife. And she didn't really like the look in his eyes that Eiri was giving her. 

"Well, I've got to make some rounds, so just let me know if I can be of any service." She politely smiled, excusing herself with a bow.

[malusforsarchive-blog]

Give my muse an item and see how they react.

[archiiel-deactivated20230702]

[datcorgi]

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

Send ✘ for an unsent text

Send ☠ for a threatening message

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

Send ♣ for a drunk message

[daratharrage]

Mary ran a hand through her long hair that had turned a little unruly after her nap, but she would have to fix it later. “Yes, it was a pleasant nap.." she lied, but he didn’t need to know the truth about her inability to sleep. The man was her boss now after all, and the Darathar had to focus on work when around him.

She didn’t expect someone else showing up so soon, and was apparently an acquaintance to the demonic man. Could it be another demon? He seemed to speak highly of this woman, however, so that could be unlikely but it wasn’t a good time to let her guard down.

Mary’s gaze followed Acri as he walked away until he disappeared out of her sight, and that’s when she exited the room to close it before heading to her assigned area to work at.

[datcorgi]

Reku walked into the bar and growled slightly. It was raining outside and she'd just gotten her red blouse wet. It was just water, this is true, but she'd rather not hear it from her boss that she'd 'fallen in the pool again.' She mentally maintained that that particular instance had happened one time  and it was partially because said boss had tripped her. 

She shook herself off in a very dog-like manner and just sighed. Well, she'd have to work with it. At least it wouldn't show as much in her black slacks. Gazing around the room, she saw that Acri was over at the bar - good, that would keep him occupied for now --- oh? Was this the new hire standing in the background, there?  Reku made a point to know all of this staff, and she didn't recognize the woman. She was taller than Reku was, and looked a bit out of place. Probably her first day.

Welp, time to make a new friend, Reku thought with a smile on her face, Acri hardly ever hires new people without running them by me first, so she must know what she's doing. She started to walk towards Mary, waving with a smile on her face. 

[pissyromancenovelist]

[pissyromancenovelist]

Watching the girl’s reaction, he shook his head. Another Spazz, hm? The brat always blushed like that even after those first few times passed. Innocence like that was always intriguing though, he far less appreciated the thought of being here for an extended length…

[pissyromancenovelist]

Watching the girl’s strange range of emotions play across her face, the novelist raised a blonde brow in her direction before rolling his eyes and shifting obediently. He would normally bitch or make some off-color remark but he barely had the chance to speak (as the girl proceeded pawing at him) before their conversation was abruptly interrupted. “… At the rate he’s going he’s lucky his liver is functioning properly at all.” said a familiar nagging tone as a rather sharply dressed gentleman stood with his arms crossed in the hallway.

Looking over, his golden hues cut in the direction of the familiar face, looking them straight on before the male proceeded to continue with his lecture.

“So… they found you passed out in someone woman’s apartment this time. Really, Eiri…?! ” the platinum blonde male said removing his hat as he released a slightly exasperated sigh. He should have know better than to leave the man alone these past few days, though it was impossible for him to maintain constant watch over the stubborn boy. If he pushed too hard the troublesome novelist had a tendency to push back. Still, he should have expected for him to find some unhealthy way of suppressing his emotions.

The pink-haired buffoon had been sulking around the studio as well. Things never panned out well when he and the singer were at odds. The tried not to get too involved but, the author was making that increasingly difficult. “If you intend on managing all of your affairs this sloppily from now on, I would appreciate some advance notice. I barely expected spend a good portion of my morning handling inquiries into your personal indiscretions.”, Tohma said switching to Japanese as he eyed the woman at the other corner of the room for the first time. “Fine. Next time I plan on getting laid, I’ll make sure to send a singing telegram.”

[datcorgi]

The young doctor held the stethoscope up to the novelist's back in an attempt to listen to his lungs to see if there were any crackling noises or indication of any further problems like excess fluid. But then her patient began to speak, and another (rather angry looking) blond man walked into the room. She mentally cursed, now unable to hear dude to the reverberation of Eiri's voice in his plural cavity and slowly put the stethoscope back around her neck and pulled the plugs out of her ears.

Thankfully, she noticed the new visitor was speaking English. Again, a slight accent, but pretty fluent English. She must've won the lottery or something today, but she wasn't going to question the good fortune. She gave the man a once-over and cleared her throat. Designer clothing. And he was allowed to visit the trauma room. So he must have been someone that knew someone higher up in the hospital. And he definitely seemed to be on close terms with her patient. And -- damn, he switched to Japanese for something. She caught part of the conversation, something about managing something else, but the grand majority was lost to the fact that it caught her off guard and she hadn't had time to mentally switch languages in her head. Damn it, she thought, I really need to get better at that sort of thing. 

Probably best to introduce herself, who knows who the new man knew; and with the way her luck was going today something was bound to go horribly, horribly wrong and she didn't want her job on the line just because she slipped up once. "Excuse me, sir," she spoke in English; "is there something I can do for you?" She asked, a pleasant smile on her face. 

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