The doctor is in

74. Our muses are destined to meet during a fireworks display

“Uh-huh.” That didn’t help much. Their viewpoints were entirely different. “Then, lemme rephrase: does this—” he pointed to his face "—work better than this." Without moving, he transformed.

Blue hair, younger face—that body he was having this whole struggle over took his place.

"There’s a minimum fee of five dollars." Glances over.

"Bu—-ut—if you could change your face to something better, would you?"

"Hmm..." Well that was deep thought indeed. Synth had changed his appearance once, though it wasn't his choice.

He’s having second thoughts about changing his regular face for the prettier, longer-haired one. Sitting on a random railing, staring at the sky as he smokes a cigarette (the one he stole from Xath?), he has a silent internal struggle with the subject.

To change or not to change—that is the question.

Azariel flinched at the thought. Disinfecting usually meant cleaning the wound, and cleaning it usually meant painful chemicals. Not something he was very willing to experience.

"It won’t hurt, will it, doctor?” He purred, masking his reluctance with his usual lewd intonations. “I do love a bit of pain in bed, but this isn’t exactly what I had in mind. “

There was a pause in the doctors actions. He knew incubi liked to flirt, but he didn't expect to eve be at the end of it. He was a little embarrassed by it. Especially since he had no intention to do anything that the queen had in mind.

   ↻ - Ah, good. It did not take much to bring the old doc back. He listened carefully to the purposes of the thing that he had gone through hoops of fire to get, nodding to show that he understood it’s importance now. He began to ask about some of the other supplies, continuing to listen to the purposes of all the small bottles and objects.

   "Ha, well I guess the journey isn’t that bad then. If you ever need some more of anything come and find me. If anyone else goes searching for this stuff they’ll just get killed, or worse; they’ll destroy the areas." He teased the other demons, knowing all too well how clumsy his species could be.

"I don't doubt that." Synth answered, a slight smirk on his lips. "Some Demons, even if they're not Mutts can be pretty stupid sometimes." There were a lot of smart demons sure, but there were a lot who were too vain. Trying to find something poisonous would be no big deal to them. They would boast and tease and all they'd accomplish would be getting themselves killed.

      He never once thought ill of the other who fell; The silveret was good to him and though he once had to question what had truly happen because the fallen wasn’t such a bad man in his eyes. Marius was glad to see that this familiar company seemed well though. “—‘Gene! Look at you! How’ve you been, man?” 

   ↻ - He wondered if he had offended Synth somehow. If he had, he should have apologized for it. But instead he just shrugged it off as if it was nothing at all and listened to the doctor. “I see.”

   His eyelids fell half closed and he looked at the emptying box of supplies. He thought to change the subject to ease the tension. “You know, some of that stuff is a real pain in the neck to get. What kind of medicine grows amongst poisonous flowers?” He joked. He knew that there was probably some sort of antidote with the flowers, but he still just wanted to make the other laugh of smile.

The doctor was glad for the change in subject. So much so that his smile returned almost as fast as it had vanished. He wasn't offended at all, he just hated to remember what he lost. Thinking about his wings had dampened his mood, but the talk of the supplies quickly brought it back.

   ↻ - The demon stared at the other’s back while he put supplies away, staring at the place where the other would still have wings. He had heard many rumors of how the angel had fallen, all of which were completely wrong. No one knew the true story, and that intrigued Hyu Ki. He was honestly curious as to why the angel was done in Utanthia rather than in a clean paradise like Aniova.

   "Yeah, you can say that again." He finally said. He chuckled, averting his gaze away from the fallen angel. "But at least it isn’t Earth. If you had to take care of humans you would be even more overworked since they cannot even remotely heal themselves." He pointed out. It was odd for Hyu Ki to find a bright side in things, but for some reason he did this time.

Synth felt eyes on his back. He knew about the rumors. There were many, some wilder then the next. He was sure that was what Hyu Ki was thinking about now. He turned just in time to see the raven avert his gaze. 

"Oh, I’m sure there’s something, darling. Maybe you just need an incubus to figure out what it is, and I’m offering."

"Why aren’t you talking about turn-ons?”