Muraki Kazutaka (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
letsplaysurgeon) wrote2011-04-21 03:57 am
letsplaysurgeon) wrote2011-04-21 03:57 am
Case 003 [Action/Voice] (Backdated to the afternoon of 4/20)
[Doctor's appointments are a little bit like dating. You give someone all your information, they tell you to take off your clothes, and sometimes you end up with a hand shoved inside you.
...That's a bit of an exaggeration, actually. So where did the musing that they're similar come from? The fact that one arranges to meet at a certain time on a certain day, and there is an unspoken expectation of maintaining that commitment--or at least calling ahead of time to cancel. That was courteous.
So in a way, this was like being stood up. But Muraki doesn't wither in the burning heat of rejection. He sits next to an empty bed, smiling a restrained smile as he pulls the top off a pen and replaces it multiple times.
After an appropriate amount of silence, he flips his journal open and makes an entry.]
Sheik? This is Doctor Muraki speaking. I seem to recall setting an appointment with you for eleven forty-five this morning, and it is now twelve-thirty...ah. [He checks the time.] My apologies, one in the afternoon. I just wanted to check in and make sure everything is all right. I hope nothing happened to you or your loved ones.
I would also like to reschedule. If you're not in literal pieces right now, or otherwise incapacitated, please respond back as soon as possible. Thank you.
...That's a bit of an exaggeration, actually. So where did the musing that they're similar come from? The fact that one arranges to meet at a certain time on a certain day, and there is an unspoken expectation of maintaining that commitment--or at least calling ahead of time to cancel. That was courteous.
So in a way, this was like being stood up. But Muraki doesn't wither in the burning heat of rejection. He sits next to an empty bed, smiling a restrained smile as he pulls the top off a pen and replaces it multiple times.
After an appropriate amount of silence, he flips his journal open and makes an entry.]
Sheik? This is Doctor Muraki speaking. I seem to recall setting an appointment with you for eleven forty-five this morning, and it is now twelve-thirty...ah. [He checks the time.] My apologies, one in the afternoon. I just wanted to check in and make sure everything is all right. I hope nothing happened to you or your loved ones.
I would also like to reschedule. If you're not in literal pieces right now, or otherwise incapacitated, please respond back as soon as possible. Thank you.
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Now how could anyone refuse a summons like that?
[The sarcasm: it is obvious.]
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[It certainly has nothing to do with him being the most colorful man she's ever known.][He chuckles low inside his throat.]
It would be very naughty of him to avoid me twice...not to mention unwise. We aren't exactly meeting to chat about something trivial like the weather.
[Muraki sees your sarcasm and decides to poke at it a little. Subtly, of course.] But how are you, Grandfather? We haven't spoken in a while.
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Shouldn't doctors speak to their clients professionally?
[Oh lord, Mihai hates it when Muraki calls him that. Look, Muraki may have somehow brainwashed his way into the family, but Nill's his only grandchild.]
We haven't. [Now Mihai wishes he'd kept it that way.] And I'm doing well enough. What about Nill and Draco? [...] And yourself.
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...They're both in excellent health--of course you knew that already about Nill. I'm glad you contacted me actually, because I'd like to thank you for taking care of my wife during the shift. It troubled me to find her missing, but at least she was taken somewhere familiar. [Part of it was just trying to get under Mihai's skin, knowing how he felt about him, and finds his contempt amusing. But it wasn't insincere. Arrogant and strange as Muraki was, he needs his family.]
Aside from the mishap, I also can't complain.