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Continued from x @blueforestfires
That made no sense. Of course, humans in general made no sense. If Yukio was the one being scary, he should be the one they're scared of.
"...If you think it'll help, I'll back off," he said, looking resigned. "But I don't understand why you want to be friends with them anyway. Especially when it comes to Suguro."
A green elixer; [Samishi Route RP.]
He hated being within the room.
It felt wrong, like death. He hated being in here, hated sitting on the cot as the good doctor checks his throat, and neck, for damages. His family, and Doctor Iwamine, all seemed so fucking focused on his singing capabilities. It's not like he doesn't know why-- the cover guise is merely them being concerned for his future in the industry if something where to happen to his voice.
Still, he hated faking like this. That his parents where just too cautious. After a few moments, the Doctor nods, and Sullivan makes his way to the door, frowning.
"Wait a moment, Sullivan." He turns, brow quirked as he's handed a small vial. Frowning at it, he glances to the doctor, who only gives him the same sickening smile. He can take a guess what it is, but the doctor tells him anyway.
"It's an enhancer. Mix it into a drink and test it at school tomorrow. If it works, I'll start producing them." The raven flinches, but nods slowly. He understands, understands that this is what his mother wants. No-- what his grandmother wants. His mother is no demon. But that woman? She was. Most definitely.
"...Yes, doctor." And he stalks out of the room, pocketing the vial.
