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He settled into a brisk walk, not a run due to the fact it would most likely attract attention.  ”The neighbors are nosy, but not unused to me bringing girls home. Ah… you might want to clean that blood off of your face though, because I’m pretty sure they’ll say something about that— ah, they being this annoying old couple that always like.. judge me.” He babbled on, feet splashing in a few puddles on the streets as he followed his familiar path home. He was excited and when Yixing was excited, when he was in the moment and working off the high, he tended to talk a lot, which this situation was no different. 

He remains still as she places the water, deciding to take it later - or perhaps not at all, since he’s not feeling especially parched. Eyes travel up her hand and follow her to her seat. Even her clothes are impeccable, not a wayward thread in sight. It’s almost surreal.

"Exactly right. I was born with it."

The memory of one of his earlier hospital visits makes a ripple in the back of his mind. The doctor in his memory is older, a graying man with a stern look that asks him if he can read the first few lines of the chart on the wall. He can’t. The woman in front of him may have a similar aura, but in all other ways appears to be the opposite of the man with the stethoscope.

At the question, his brow furrows. He’s not entirely sure, at this point. He’s been correcting and overcorrecting for so long that he can’t accurately tell, himself. With his glasses, it’s better, but without them, he’s sure that it’s pretty spotty. So he reaches for the water bottle, decides his hand is a little too far to the right, and adjusts, picks it up by the top.

"Adequate with these on," he motions to the spectacles sitting on the end of his nose with a finger, and goes to work unscrewing the cap of the bottle out of habit, "But getting worse." He takes a drink, swallows, nods.

"I know. I wasn’t expecting any serious care, to be quite honest," he says, "There’s no cure for this, there’s no getting better, even with therapy. I just need you to examine me every once in a while and document things for me."

He spins the cap back on and sets the bottle back onto the table, maybe a little further away from the edge than strictly necessary. Now he’s a little too aware of his own movements. He’s never liked talking about this.

Sun tried once again to study but, the presence of the woman wasn’t helping her to get the enough concentration. “And… did you go to one of our concerts or something like that?”

"A few and music show recordings." She could feel a small wave of nostalgia through her body but refused for it to affect her outward appearance. This was childish of her. 

Truthfully, Natalya was pretty OCD herself like her brother when it came to things being clean or putting stuff in their order, ofcourse it wasn’t as bad as Hiro who every time he would visit her he would end up cleaning up her whole shop with just his napkin. She guessed it was something she watched her brother do and since when she was little she had always looked up to him and admired him, it became natural for  her to do it well.

It was the night time that things became messy, specially when Soojung was away. It was then when empty cans would be laying on the ground of both energy drinks and coffee. One would imagine beer cans, but Natalya wasn’t a drinker. No, she just didn’t want to sleep. She wanted to get as much possible energy to keep herself awake, to avoid those images that would disturb her peaceful sleep every night. Those images that lead her to cry and scream each time she would wake up.

The caffeine wasn’t the only thing she abused no, it had gotten to the point where she would drink down non prescribed medicine each time she would begin feeling drowsy. Of course while the coffee was obvious, the pills were something she would hide. The last thing she needed to hear or get her friends worried about was of her ‘addiction’.

”Alright. I’ll go get you some sheets and a pillow then. You’re lucky though, we have one of those sofa’s that you can turn into a bed.” Natalya chuckled as she saw it coming that Mary would deny sleeping in the bed of her roomate. She was pretty much the type to avoid any possible human contact or sharing things that had been used before by someone else.

Returning to the room with what Mary had asked her to bring, her eyes went wide at the mention of the coffee cans wich she hoped had all ended in the trashcan. ”Oh gosh..” she heaved a sigh, it was useless to try and hide such a thing but she could atleast try to hide half of the story ”Sorry about that..My cat likes knocking things off of counters.” her teeth sank into her bottom lip knowing it was such a poor excuse.

By now, Mary would have immediately covered up but this was Natalya-- harmless Natalya, who definitely had no connections to the more important people in Mary's life. So she laid her palms flat against her dress to smooth out the wrinkles in the fabric. Then her fingers came up to quickly comb through her long locks, pulling them over her should to fix herself for the "proper look." Normally, friends would behave casually in such a setting but she wasn't friends with Natalya and no setting outside of her own apartment was casual. 

"Oh, those...," she commented as the other left the room. Her feet stepped away from the sofa for Mary grab the cushions and dropped them onto the floor. With the metal handle exposed, she grabbed the bar and unfolded the mattress. From what she could see, it was relatively clean enough for her to sleep on. She preferred this much more than Natalya's roommate's bed. "It'll do," she mumbled to herself with a shrug. of acceptance for her situation. 

"Where's your cat?" The question came immediately after the other's excuse. If a feline did live in the apartment, Mary could see no sign of the animal. The absence of a litter box was a big clue. Her hands came out to take the blanket and pillows from the other and placed them on the mattress. The pillow went at the top while the blanket laid at the foot. Everything was neatly arranged for a night's worth of sleep.

Something about being in the eyes of trouble made Yixing giddy, and this was an instant where he felt he was locked gaze to gaze with some of the biggest trouble of it all. Her voice was familiar, edging the edges of some of his distant memories of dark clubs and very, very illegal happenings. It reminded him of something he wasn’t a part of anymore and made him furrow his brow in thought. “Well, I don’t exactly want to die.” He answered, even if he wasn’t presented with a question. “And it looks like you’re not really up to negotiating, so… I guess my only option is to help you right?” 

"I'm glad you understand." Mary lowered her scalpel to hold the surgical instrument beside her. There was no hint of fear in the male's voice, which was something that didn't surprise her. He had always been a little "off," in her opinion. A person once told her that the male found joy in highly dangerous situation. This came into her favour tonight and she would exploit it for her own gain. "Unless you want to be capture by a few men with guns soon, we need to hide." We. That word was ridiculous to her, but in times like this, she'll pretend to play along.