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Sayaka looked curious at the music when Mami handed it over to her. A minute or so of studying it, and she seemed to nod in approval. She liked the look of it, how it might sound.

"Certainly, let's start, no better time than the present hehe~" She said with a warm smile while walking over to the piano and taking a seat on the stool. Delicately Mami opened up the piano before patting at the other side of the stool to invite Sayaka. 

Sayaka grimaced as Mami attempted to help her up. She struggled to get her muscles to function with her, slowly standing up off the ground, though with a fair share of discomfort. 

"Well, of course it will." Mami said somewhat sternly and motherly to the other. Not wasting much time, she guided the wounded knight to the bed. "It isn't something simple as a paper cut or other simple injuries after all. Fair warning, treating these wounds is probably going to sting and hurt..." The blonde gunslinger hated inducing pain on Sayaka and even more so since the damage probably already hurt a lot.

Sayaka was glad to hear Mami agree happily to the offer. If anything would relax Sayaka more right now, it was finally being able to do something alongside the blonde again, now that she was back.

"Hmmm..." She thought to herself about what exactly they could play. It needed to be something that had a decent duet yet wasn't too difficult. Actually there was one that came directly to mind and it kind of had a happy calm feel to it that would be great for their reunion. "I know, how about we play sunset. It is a simple composition by Arny's Army."

"Mm…" Sayaka glanced at Mami, before her gaze fell to the floor, just about shamefully. She felt bad, likely ruining the blonde’s night with this kind of appearance. "S-sorry…I got…I got reckless again…" She mumbled, attempting to push herself up off the floor, though with little success. "I went hunting, and I sort of…d-didn’t really anticipate how distracted I was, I guess…" She admitted, looking off to the side with a grimace. Of course, she wasn’t about to admit, not all of the wounds had come from her fight.

touching foreheads 

Funny how much Homura disliked hearing that tone of disappointment in Sayaka’s voice. She was the one in bad shape right now, and yet more of her concern was felt for the knight’s well being. She didn’t spare much feeling for herself anymore. It wasn’t a trait that was immediately obvious to many though.

That caused a problem. Sayaka should have just gone to her studio. But now that she was already here, quite frankly, she wasn’t sure she could stomach walking any more, with the stings that irritated her skin right now. Which was why she opted for…trying to sneak in through the bedroom window. One that by now, out of habit, was left unlocked. 

Of course, falling into the room and hitting the floor, would no doubt, elicit abrupt, noisy reaction, from an already sensitive, injured girl. 

"Shit—!!" She cursed as she hit hte floor with a thud, groaning afterwards as she slumped onto the floor.

Well that gave her a small jump. Though it wasn't the first time that Sayaka had made a slightly loud entrance, however, it had been awhile so it still caught her off guard. Each time she heard the blue head falling into the apartment, Mami never wasted time responding to it. After all, it was worrying whether or not the other got hurt or not.

Lightly she knocked on the door of her girlfriend's. Part of her excited to show the various birthday treats aside from the obvious wanting to tend to the possibly injured knight. "Is everything alright, Sayaka-chan?" Mami politely asked before entering the room. 

Nothing could prepare her for the extent of injuries that was displayed upon when the door opened. No way could her window do that much damage. It had been so long since the other got so badly beat up that she was once again frightened. "W-What happened?" She inquired before rushing immediately to Sayaka while dropping the spatula that she forgot was in her hand still.

"Mm…I guess I’ll try my best not to distract Mami from her work." Sayaka chuckled, fingers curling between Mami’s fingers and entwining with them. Even after all the excited embraces and fleeting kisses, just holding hands in such a manner lightened the feeling in Sayaka’s chest considerably. 

"You don't need to worry about distracting me, you silly." She lightly nudged at the other's cheek. If anything, she kind of wanted to encourage the knight to brother her more. Though that probably wouldn't fly with Sayaka's typical attempts to avoid getting in the way regardless of the situation. 

Naoya peeked around the corner, checking to make certain no medical staff inhabited the hallway that led back to his office. The physician’s agents seemed to patrol everywhere, blocking his paths and inhibiting his progress, all eager to direct him to Yanagiya for one thing or another. Physical check-ups, blood samples, medical testing, vaccine administrations, the list never seemed to stop growing, and with each absence, the medical staff seemed to grow more and more persistent in their ‘good will’, some going so far as to attempt a check up on the spot. He was usually successful in getting away in time, albeit with a curt excuse or a quick u-turn, but he had been successful in evading their efforts thus far.

Unfortunately, JPs was an organization which kept far better track of its medical records than most Naoya had worked for in the past, and examinations seemed to rack up at a rapid pace. This allowed his absentee pattern to quickly be noticed by medical personnel, far more quickly than he would have liked. At least in past organizations, he could usually pass a nurse without their insistence he accompany them to the infirmary.

While he was fairly certain his body carried little if any difference between himself and a normal human’s outside of his coloring, he had never liked to take the chance. In the past, he’d been subjected to testing from the odd curious demon who noticed his unusual brand of longevity, or the odd doctor who thought it worth their time to care for his health, all regretful situations to find himself in. It truly didn’t matter, not in the end, and Naoya had tried to make it amply clear that he wasn’t worth their time. Irritatingly enough, they never seemed to believe him, insistent to the end. Thick skulled, the lot of them. Their supplies would be far better suited to personnel who would expire after a single life, their time better spent caring after those whose existence still mattered, whose lives carried greater value.

And so he continued to duck, to dodge, to evade. It almost made for an entertaining game, really, and perhaps that in itself made the affair worth it. And—there it was!—he had finally arrived back at his office without too grand an incident, finally ready to continue where he’d left off in his work.

Fumi was definitely a god send with how thorough her system was. So not wasting any time, Otome decided to cut off Naoya at his office before he even got there. Pulling out her special card that allowed her free access, she quickly made her way inside. Hopefully, her assumption was correct and that he didn't do something out of his usual today. Regardless, she wanted to have a little fun with her trap and so she position herself in a cinematic way. Might as well have fun on the job, right?

It was only about ten minutes after this, that the door opened to the office yet again. This time hailing the presence of Naoya himself.