Yves: "Ah, hello..." Yves has been fidgeting nervously for a while, before he found the courage to speak up. "I asked Yuustin to be my canvas because I wanted to try out face painting for Halloween. But... his skin reacted badly to something."
Yves points at the corner of the room, where a certain groovy student has put a paper bag with holes over his head to hide the incident. Yuustin waves excitedly.
" I am good ! No reaction except a bit of swelling on my groovy face !"
By XXth visit, Leikata and Cloche had learned the hard way that if there was a relatively common and easy condition to fix (that did not need the patient to go under the knife), do NOT alert Mors.
Leikata stepped away from the makeshift reception desk, two plastic fold-up desks scrounged together, and he bent down to meet Yves’ eyes. “Aww, oh no! That’s terrible and thank you for telling us, Yves.” He inferred Yves may have felt at fault for this mistake, offered a sympathetic smile and a pat on the head. “Face painting isn’t something even people our age do much, so who would have known? Maybe it’s better to find out about an allergen now, than later.”
If Cloche didn’t know any better, she would’ve thought Yuustin to be crudely cosplaying an inmate on death row— wait, he might actually be one if she doesn’t stop Mors from inching over to the poor boy, now!
“Swelling is the reaction of blood in disagreement. The best way to get rid of it is to rid the blood.” Mors waggled the scalpel in his hand (a gift from a special redhead).
If Cloche can’t restrain Mors, she’ll at least hope Mors doesn’t scar Yuustin’s pretty face.
