@silvergenome:
It’s impressive how much he can talk.
Or perhaps expected, considering how the man’s every gesture, movement, and fold of clothing weave neatly into a fantastical narrative on life, death, beauty, elegance, and the colorful type of philosophizing that leaves certain swords giddy for weeks and Yagen with a mild headache.
The tantou is terrible at pitching prose, but he’s skilled at playing the professional, so he manages to nod along at the appropriate intervals with his cursory examination. Finally, he pauses to straighten up during a lull in the monologuing.
‘I’m not an expert on souls,’ Or whether they tremble, he adds mentally.
‘But it’s equally important to take care of the bodies housing those things.’
He crosses his arms over the stethoscope resting on his chest and looks pointedly at the man’s oversized shoulder guards.
‘If you’re here for the physical examination but don’t want to change, at least lift up your shirt so I can listen to your heartbeat.’
