@executs cont.
“A canary in her cage? Kouyou, what sort of monster are you trying to make me out to be?”
The little bird had been caught, trying to escape under watchful eye. Maybe it was a cage, once, long ago. But this he had always left her door open. Ever since he had the power to do so.
But that wasn’t what his executive had meant. Instead the bed, a cage within itself. It certainly wasn’t his fault that she was in need of the rest to recuperate. Only that it had been his orders.
"Or are you suggesting my bedside manner is the cat who came to eat the canary?”
A playful restless sigh, slicking back unruly black strands from his face. He was the doctor after all, but most importantly, the head of them all. What he said went, even if it was, unruly canaries.
“You would let me go with you though? I can’t see the harm in it then. But just a bit and then back to rest. Or else I’ll have to clip your wings.”
