This clinic… It was one of the recently opened establishments fixed in Morioh, Japan, a suburbian town known for it's rather drab demeanor and water-based recreational activities that opened during the summer. Yukako has heard reviews from only few, but all of them assert the fact that the experience was… UNCOMFORTABLE, to say the least. It was an odd evaluation for the likes of a healthcare facility, however she neverminded the uncertified critiques and continued on.
The lack of others in the front was quite NERVE WRACKING. Did no one else get their annual health check during the first month of the year? Such an inquiry was mentally spoken and deemed rhetorical. With one leg crossed over the other and her left hand finding heat in the narrow space between her right arm, Yamagishi’s eyes were glued to her phone, her only means of killing time besides the dreary magazines that remained untouched in the table beside her.
It was the receptionist approaching her with the familiar clipboard and pen that successfully diverted her attention away from that little screen, bringing her to store her phone in her purse and grab the extended items. Readying herself to write her information and check the appropriate boxes for 30 grating minutes, Yamagishi turned the object around and made a wide-eyed expression at what she was looking at.
“ … ” Her lack of speech, paired with her roused look quickly turned sour, made way for the clipboard to be turned back towards the receptionist. “ What is this? ” She was not amused. “ It’s just a BLANK PIECE OF PAPER. ”
Was it? Was it but a blank piece of paper? Or was it something else? No, it really was just a blank piece of paper really. There was nothing special about it at all. Mal’s expression doesn’t shift in the slightest, despite such confrontational tone from the girl in front of them.
“That’s right. When jotting down the information required, we prefer a much more...direct and straightforward route with the way we acquire it. No need to check so many boxes you can’t tell right from left anymore, or to read tons of legal documentation. Just the bare essentials!”
For a moment, that paper might have looked like a pamphlet. Full of tons of droll legal warnings, advisement, questions regarding healthcare providers, and other such things. A grimace tugs at their features as they place a finger down atop the stack of sheets, “You don’t want that, right? It’s so totally boring...so boring it makes me want to sleep for the next eighty years.” It was still just a piece of paper, not a packet - or a pamphlet. You scarcely know why it would have even appeared to be as such, and it seems the receptionist’s arm never left their side, either.
“Is there any other concern you have, Miss?”
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