Case 003 [Action/Voice] (Backdated to the afternoon of 4/20)

[letsplaysurgeon]

[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.

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[Action]

[sonatasedge]

[He was going for a walk through the village, just to clear his head about a few things and he finds himself wandering into the clinic. He has his hands in his pockets and his usual passive expression in place as he looks around and then spots Muraki. It's only natural to greet him.]

Hey. [He looks at the empty bed he's sitting next to.] ...Lunch break?

[Action]

[letsplaysurgeon.livejournal.com]

[He was in the middle of balancing his pen horizontally between his fingertips when he recognizes that a familiar voice is addressing him, and he spins in his swivel chair.]

...Ah, Soul. How nice to see you. [Then he takes stock of what he actually said. A short laugh scrapes his throat, and Muraki pockets the pen.] Something like that.

And you? Are you not feeling well?