#patient00

[unmachinea]

‘ are they in love? ’

          ‘ no, they’re disgusted with each other ’

@patient00

[pruinesce-a]

      fuyumi folds her coat closer around her form  ,  the edge of a  crinkled paper  peeking from between her fingers  .  it’s getting late             -  the exhaustion shows in her face               -   but this is the  last  lead she has right now  . . .  and the lights are on  .  

      now or never  ,  she supposes  .  so she takes a deep breath and pushes open the front door  .

     ‘   excuse me  . . .   ’   her voice is soft  /  timid as she addresses the man from the doorway  .  it’s the kind  clearly  not meant for a place like this  .   ‘   um  ,  i - i’m  looking  for someone  .  can  . . .  you help me  ?   ’

@patient00​ !

[unmachinea]

CONNECTING:     //   ...    @patient00​   *

DEAD  CAN  DANCE,  CAN  THEY  NOT?  Living,  breathing,  the  inevitable  end.  To  be  made  of  a  material  god  given,  god  made,  you  feel  ...  HOLY  in  a  sense.  Through  that  simple  connection  it  would  be  true  wouldn’t  it?  Humans  crafted,  born  of  the  God  in  their  image,  are  humans  holy?  No  they  are  not.  But  if  a  human  were  to  make  another  human,  were  they  holy?  No  they  are  not.  And  yet  if  a  human  were  to  create  god’s  material  from  nothing,  then  perhaps  then,  they  are  too  a  God?  There  was  a  gentle  whir  heard  in  the  vicinity  of  this  artificial  entity.  Eyes  were  strangely  wide looking  down  at  the  other’s  work.  ORGANIC,  PULSATING,  LIFE.  Adam’s  skin  was  uncanny.  It  felt  almost  like  human  skin  but  it  just  missed  the  realism.  It  was  warm,  but  in  an  eerie  way.  It  was  not  organic,  but  an  artificial  material  made  to  resemble  the pliable  flesh.  What  if  he  had  real  flesh?  Would  that  make  him  any  more  human  than  currently?  Such  things  did  not  often  plague  his  mind,  firing  synapses  electrical  currents,  it  was  unnecessary  after all.  He  had  invaded  Kikuo’s  space  quite  quickly,  hovering  over  him  by  a  mere  few  inches.  “  Do  you  fancy  yourself  a  God?  ”

[unmachinea]

@patient00  said:        breathes in adam's face

“  DO  YOU  NEED  SOMETHING?  ”  His gaze hardly faltered, examining the new organ so kindly placed in front of him. It was strange these things. Humans that is. They were basically water balloons full of blood and puss. An excruciating thing for many mortals to think about, but it was true. While the machine’s heart purred, whirring quietly, he decided to humor the other by turning his attention to them. He was met with breathing. Inhale, exhale, closer and closer still. The hot breath on his face made for an unusual sensation. Unpleasant perhaps, but he wasn’t one to place things in categories like that. But Kikuo was so close. Adam’s eyes narrowed. Crimsons stared him down intently, silently noting any possible weapons that could be used to perhaps, slit his throat. A scalpel. A pen. For piercing, maiming, gouging. But that would be terribly rude wouldn’t it? The doctor let him into his humble abode and clinic. The least Adam could do was not execute him. But still. There was a numbness in Kikuo’s eyes. A curiosity sparked there. He was still so close. A tinge of annoyance began to rise in the machine’s circuits. All these thoughts come rapidly, as fast as any computer, much faster, constantly thinking. And finally, Adam came to a conclusion.

Mere moments passed since Adam had turned to the man to see him breathing down his neck. In short, Kikuo seemed like a dull man. An odd man. A man who walked around and carried a distinct, discomforting aura. Now Adam wouldn’t be able to gauge that, no. But he could see that perhaps he wanted something. He was so close. Process of elimination being ( intimidation, hostile intent, other. ) He had not yet seen this man angered, or show much of any distinctly human traits. A mannequin with lavender eyes. Adam did not blink or shut his eyes when he closed the gap between them. It wasn’t so much of a kiss than bonking each other’s faces together. Their lips landed for a second before parting once more. Adam noted the scent, the feeling, the temperature, the sweat. Unnecessary information but perhaps it will come in handy later on. Black mail purposes, or just something to hold over his head. “ Hmm.”  Adam hummed, processing his action before turning back to his dissection.  “   I guessed. If that’s not what you wanted then do use your words.   ”

[catchio]

     (｀-´)>    𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑮𝑬𝑻    :    @patient00​ ​   ☆ ​   𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑴𝑬    :    𝙱𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁

                                                    𝐼𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑆𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺

              >   •ᴥ•       𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖊𝖘    .    no  way  around  them  ,  they  are  everywhere  ,  a  break  is  only  an  illusion    .    there  knowledge  of  them  being  around  is  a  comforting  blanket  ,  secure  ,  but  constricting    .    her  whole  life  revolved  around  harboring  the  title  ,  being  accustomed  to  them  ;  her  whole  life  has  been  building  up  to  protect  the  world    .    d  e  s  t  i  n  y  ,  a  word  that  haunts  anyone  ,  it  looms  over  galaxy  mind  and  reminds  the  universe  there  is  no  escape    .    THE  CARDS  HAVE  BEEN  DEALT    .    negativity  blossoms  in  the  cracks  of  a  fractured  pillar  ,  alone  in  thought  is  a  trap  .    (    𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍  𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒐𝒖𝒕     )    .    attentive  ,  eyes  dance  around  ,  needing  a  companion  to  complete  the  waltz    .    a  horde  of  televisions  ,  stacked  ,  bright  screen  shouts  out  something    .    the    news    .    a  positive  story  ,  one  filled  with  blinding  love  and  warmth  that  kisses  at  scarred    nose    .                     𝖆  𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖙  𝖔𝖋  𝖆  𝖘𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖊                     .    the  world  can  be  a  cloud  ,  acidic  rain  lapping  up  the  melancholic  air  ,  but  there  is  always  hope    .                         .      ❛    -  -  -  maybe  the  world  isn’t  so  bad    .    animals  are  truly  a  miruko  send    .    ❜        .

                                                    𝑆𝐻𝐸  𝐶𝐴𝑁  𝑆𝑀𝐼𝐿𝐸

[keshimasu]

@patient00 said:“ so many people are setting the bar really low. ”

“It’s kinda what this city is good at.”  The bar only seemed to have two levels.  He’s still nauseous, but he’s stopped throwing up and he can mostly see straight.  The doctor was lucky he’d been far too out of it to react to react to the injection and he’s carefully avoiding looking at the iv.  Shouta keeps his eyes closed, gnawing on a salted cracker.  Head has slowed it’s pulses of pain.  “Thanks.  I appreciate it...usually I can take my migraine meds in time, but it’s hard to take them when it gets that bad.”