audio; un: loveless

[limbical]

I'd like to keep this as efficient as possible, so I don't plan on talking your ear off.

Call me Daan. I'm a doctor. That should about cover all you need to know about me.

So, first question: is there already a clinic arranged by someone here? Have there been any injuries on top of there being a willing killer out there? Illnesses or whatever else. I can probably help you, even a little.

Second question: who has been here since the start of this whole mess of being trapped in a part of this city? Ideally, I'd like someone who can be informative, but I'm not overly picky.

Comments

[unrequite]

[ It's only now that Midnight notes the way Daan stood and walked away, the clipped phrasing. He'd no idea that Daan had noticed. Even now, he's only caught the slightest pauses in Daan's previously even cadence. He's quiet, frowning slightly, while he works back to fit the stilted atmosphere into a puzzle that is missing too many pieces to make sense.

Did something happen? When did it happen? Did Midnight let something show? (He's terribly good at hiding it. Some days, he tricks himself into believing in his own games, and that's the best way to hide. One needs not act if one forgets they're on a stage.) Was it something entirely irrelevant? The doctor seems to have some distaste for this helper of his... Perhaps there's some history there? ]

I'm not at all opposed to M— your Sylvian.

[ Midnight licks his lips, tasting the mistake. That's... awkward. It certainly will take some getting used to. ]

But if you have better options, I'd like to try them someday, too. I've plenty to do, so I'd be grateful for any lasting solutions.

[ Midnight nods, then leans forward to scoop up his bag. He has a treatment plan, a schedule, possibly an ally should Operator Broca need medical attention. That's exactly what he came here for. ]

[limbical]

No, I suppose you wouldn't be opposed. [Midnight has no reason to be, and Daan realizes most of his issues are personal, but. Still. Him and the gods never mixed well, no matter how much he has tried to run from it.

His head clears a bit, but he finds himself craving. Craving for smoke in his lungs, craving for a drink or ten, but it can all wait. Daan is patient, so he keeps his attention to his current patient.]

I'll keep you informed. It'll require some additional testing, but ideally I'll be able to do more in the future.

Have a pleasant evening, Midnight. You know where to find me.

[unrequite]

You as well, Doctor. I'll reach out via network.

[ Midnight nods in farewell, then heads to the door and leaves without a second glance. Pretending nothing happened is also a practice he's quite accustomed to, although that's a broader skill, one he shares with his fellow Higashinese.

Midnight brushes his now dried hair out and sighs before starting the walk back to his apartment. It's a shame. Daan seemed quite nice. If the tone of the procedure had been a standard clinic experience, he would have invited him out for drinks. As of now, though, it seems a bit inappropriate. More to the point, he doesn't trust himself to walk the line in a way that looks effortless from the outside. Courtesy of Sylvian, he supposes, but he isn't in the habit of blaming his shortcomings on women, proper or no. ]