by Soshi Taira on Fri Apr 28, 2017 4:11 pm
Speak of the devil, and he will come.
Taira had said that he'd have to return to remove sutures, and he was a man of his word.
So here he came, satchel over one shoulder, collar hiding his weary scowl, and a sense of impending doom hanging over him like a cloud.
The dog that followed him had caught hold of some unmentionable clothing, and was carrying it with a look of great satisfaction. Who it belonged to, and where it had come from, Taira refused to ask.
As he approached and saw Suteichi, he wasn't sure if that was a relief, or an added horror.
The Bayushi was damn hard to read.
Still he bowed to both, and said, in a level tone. "Good afternoon, Minna. I've come to perform your follow-up, Moto-san, and remove those sutures."
Scorpion Clan :: Good Cop :: Doctor :: Paragon :: Pragmatic :: Spirit-Touched :: Cursed
Honor: Untrustworthy
Status: 1.0
Glory: 3.0
CP: 2
Carries: Daisho, medical satchel, black and red kimono, tall collar 'mask', ink-splotched fanNow treating: Patient No.18
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Struggle