@pvrified: "ciao signore." hands him a broom. :)
“ SIGNORA—! ” Why does the heart go on???
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@pvrified: "ciao signore." hands him a broom. :)
“ SIGNORA—! ” Why does the heart go on???
pvrified replied to your post:
"Are you not supposed to earn praise rather than ask for it?" ����
“ you think i haven’t EARNED it ? my~ i believe i do. ”
@pvrified ♥’d for a starter !
The child Servants that visited him while he read often squealed about the ‘scary nurse’ with the peculiar bedside manner, but-- Beggars couldn’t be choosers. The priest stepped into the Chaldea infirmary, his long white hair held together more by knots than his usual hair tie. He was clutching at his left arm, shirt stained red, and smiling sheepishly. He rather looked like he’d been chewed on, during whatever mission he’d just returned from. The Phantasm itself was undamaged, but the parts that were ‘him’ had certainly seen better days.
“ Ne, Berserker-- is your treatment plan still amputation if a limb has already been lost once ?”
pvrified replied to your post: “I REFUSE to treat anyone that gets sick the next...
just execute them instead please
“The main point is for me to kill less and heal more, but I suppose in this kind of situation, there is no other way, is there?”
@pvrified ❤︎‘d for a one liner starter !!
“Don’t look at me like that. Handling pain is hardly my strongest suit, but I do not need any judgement.”
❝ Stay still. ❞ All it took was for her to overhear one simple groan from the gentleman about his back and there she was. A hand firmly places itself on his shoulder to ensure stability, but one may think that with her strength it was to prevent his escaping. ❝ I shall relieve you of all your pain. Is it your muscles? Your bones? I need to remove the affected area immediately. ❞ Her expression showed only utmost seriousness. To her this was no laughing matter.
Ack! How could he— how could he not predict this?! That this woman would rush to him like a shark to blood should he even emit a groan— But was she even supposed to be in this place at this time?! The hand on his shoulder belonged to nurse whose intentions were sincere and benevolent, yet — Moriarty felt like he’d rather end up in a bear trap than be in the position he is now. One could mistake her desire to heal for desire to murder — and that is admirable, truly, just! Not now!!
“Miss, I— Remove? Remove?!” He thought he had accounted for her peculiarities, yet this exceeded any reasonable expectations! “I cannot possibly live without my back! You can’t just remove a person’s back! That’s absurd!— I don’t need such radical measures, I would be fine with a simple massage!” Or he could stop dragging that coffin-gun around and enjoy the life as a somewhat unusual (and evil) old man, but no. He has his Servant duties to fulfill, and to think that even as a Heroic Spirit his back would ache and crumble...
❝ You look... ah, you look very pretty in a sari, Nightingale. I think the Maharashtrian style works best for you. If Sita could see you... ❞
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“Nurse Nightingale, please don’t throw our hospital beds at hostiles! The medical staff needs those!”