Hinoka is kicking the door open. She points at a very specific phoenix-man.
"MARCO!"
She is running at him to tackle him with her affections.
There was never a dull moment in the clinic, but this surprise was greeted with wide arms. A large smile broke across his tired face as she charged him. Once close enough, he easily scooped up her smaller form and pulled her close. The tension that had been threaded through his shoulders after a long day eased.
"Hino, I take it your day has been well?" His arms remained wrapped around her. The moment he'd let go, she'd disappear, and he'd have to accept that he'd drifted off at some point and this was just a teasing dream.
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"How goes the research, Doc?" The question was accompanied by an affable smile, in a tone so casual that a third party would think they were long time friends just catching up. "Ah- I hope you don't mind, but I happened to come across a couple of your papers. Quite the riveting read, they were."
There Kaeya stood, carrying himself with suavity and poise, as one would expect from a knight of his caliber. His gaze lingered on Hinoka, genuinely intrigued.
@healingbrews said: “ we all make mistakes, and we all pay a price. ” [Victor]
- house || accepting -
. Her hands had been a curiosity last time, but he'd held his tongue mostly because he wanted to get the ordeal over with quickly. But now she worked on the stitches around his mouth, and he stared at the scars on her moving fingers, silence broken with a predictably blunt question.
He couldn't read the vague answer well, and part of him wanted to push a bit more, if only because he did want to know about her. But he weighed losing her good graces if he did (and no one else knew how to make the stitches comfortable like she did).
"Seems steep for a mistake," he settled on, feeling cheek muscles settle as she finished the stitch. He let the silence set for a moment, waiting on an answer or allowing her to keep her secrets. "You wear 'em well."
@healingbrews asked; ❛ no one made me . i made me . ❜
to those vehement prompts
With caution, and a fair bit of understanding, he tries again to broach a difficult subject, lacking any intention to change her mind or reach a different conclusion. For a start, Miguel made the trip to visit Hinoka in person, rather than leverage his extended reach to summon her to the Society, vowing to listen instead of passing judgement.
Not all Spider variants slotted perfectly into the role he offered as a member of the Society. In such cases, especially in the beginning, an element of flexibility had been implemented, in order to bolster numbers, with restrictions coming into play once he had reached triple figures.
"I never meant to suggest otherwise." Would that help to hear? There was no way of knowing with any degree of certainty for the moment, confident on only a single factor; he was fairly certain she was referring to her life, and her accomplishments thus far, rather than matters that revolved around the gaining of powers.
Hinoka approaches quietly "Ramattra-san?"
It's hesitant but still she offered him a small box, if he chose to open it he would find a chunk of amber wrapped in twine to serve as a pendant or bracelet if he chose.
"I know the circumstances of our creation are not always ideal, but I am thankful for your presence and wish to share my appreciation for you."
She smiled softly, "only if you wish or course, either way I am glad to have met you."
Ramattra too, was quiet. Normally this day puts him in a particular mood, preferring solitude and keeping busy. But the good doctor had long proven to be a trustworthy ally. As such, he regarded her words with a low hum and accepted the gift, studying the content in his hand intently.
"I do not regret our meeting as well," he conveyed after a moment, "And our collaboration."
Once more, her words echoed in his thoughts. Appreciation, was it?
As for the piece of jewelry, he believed it could serve well as a charm on his staff, and a constant reminder of their efforts towards a better world. A notion that undeniably kept him centered. No matter how doomed or farfetched it all really was...
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It's funny, how quickly his life and circumstances had changed within the space of a month, following on from a meeting with the Doll he was instructed to study and maintain. A transaction that, in his infinite wisdom, might start and end at the Afterlife club, without crossing over into other aspects of his life.
Ah, what a fool he'd been!
The first warning sign had arrived in the shape of a summons, a request to join a meeting with his supervisors early on a monday morning, a whole two weeks after his first -- if tetchy -- encounter with Arasaka's new prospect. The Jorougumo that pretended to be something he knew she could never be, not without his help at least. Of the meeting itself, it didn't run long, or beat around the bush. For his future at the company, it seemed, had been decided in his absence.
Further analysis needed to be gathered, stats and a standard baseline collected when she wasn't acting, but in fact, trying to rest. An around-the-clock position that, in the absence of suitable substitute, demanded that he share a living space with test subject. To say the order infuriated Miguel was an understatement; he was already dragged to his feet in his outrage, carelessly cursing a storm and breaking expected 'Saka decorum as he fought to dig his way out of such an assignment, including resorting to begging.
But his bosses didn't listen. If anything, they turned what was an annoying assignment into something that would dominate a lot of hours and effort during the week, between compiling test results and sending regular reports back. Daunted both by the very prospect, and the fact that 'Saka refused to offer any leeway, Miguel saw no other option but to accept this new role, effective immediately.
With a hover car waiting to collect him outside, feeling every bit like a prisoner walking towards his own execution, he trudged along to the vehicle, ducking as he entered. Head hung low, he was at risk of slipping into his own dour thoughts when more bodies pressed in beside him, their combined bulk all but squeezing his slender frame, making him uncomfortable.
Great! Was this because of the club incident?
Thinking his new jailers had learnt, Miguel refused to say a single word, including when he's shoved out into the open air once again, hand clutching his copy of the building's key as it is slid into the lock and turned, opening the door.
Starting the next phase of his interactions with that Doll.
. "You move your feet like you forget they are there." He used a boot to knock her foot away from where it'd been, shifting his weight back again and raising the pads on his forearms up again. "Swing from hips, not just the shoulders."
Knife work had just been a bit of initial set-up, how not to stab yourself when wielding a blade, best way for her to hold it. His main goal was to make her at least a bit more ready to defend the next time she came face to face with those suspicious of the pair's cover story.
"You will not hurt me if you punch harder." Another time it might be teasing or goading, but given the reason they were doing this, Sasha found little reason to not take it as serious as he wanted her to. They were lucky he'd gotten back to the house in time. Truthfully, they wouldn't be able to get her to combat ready hand-to-hand, but a good jab in the right place could give her a moment more to react. "Stun them, stab them, no more problem."
The pier is slippery after a bunch of fishermen from a trawler have worked with their quarry, and it's easy to fall indeed. Not something to fuss about, but apparently the proud doctor is concerned with the opinions of the entire port. Buggy quickly looks around as he squats to help Hinoka up, and hears a couple of laughs from the sailors - would be weird to expect anything else, to be honest.
"Why do you care, doc?"
Buggy helps Hinoka pat the fish scales off her clothes, but alas - the smell will cling to the doctor until she changes.
