[To be honest, he sort of slightly adverts his gaze when she shows off the vial. Yes, thank you. But also: he is a bit worried by how much it makes the hair on the back of his neck raise, tantalized.
In an effort to not make it seem awkward, he takes off the hat to put it out of the way. Then he unclasps the collared pauldrons from his shoulders along with the cape attached to them; when he gently settles them on the ground, it’s with a heavy thunk. Without all of the bulk, it’s surprising how much he looks like a lean young man. The angular babyface now matches the physique.]
Thank you. I’m not sure there is a machine here which will dehydrate what’s synthesized. So I may only be able to make them in small batches at a time.
[He peruses the microscopes a moment with his eyes, then he brings his pick over by the small, folded computer.]
Is any of this equipment unfamiliar to your time period back home?
her attention blinks upwards from his clothing that he just threw?? on the ground?? okay buddy. and she purses her lips faintly. ）
Oh, lyophilization — there's a machine that can handle that.
（ she points out a small vacuum chamber, and continues on; ）
The machines back home take a few days to run through the process, but this can handle it in a matter of hours. It's mostly familiar, though some of it's a little more modern. Not enough that I'm completely in the dark.
[She is spared from her terrible future fate for a little bit while he sits down and sets up the parameters on the microscope.
Being able to dehydrate them eases the burden of worry he had. Small miracles.]
Alright.
[He leans back from the ocular lens and glances at her in acknowledgement. He assumes if she has questions, she’ll ask.
Turning his head in the other direction, he reaches over his shoulder to the back of his head and starts unzipping the neck of the leather chest piece. The black material peels apart over a pale and muscled back. He takes just his right arm out of the sleeve and rests it on the table.
Maybe the prison brand on the upper arm will distract her from everything else. It’s the single scar he has on his body.]
（ sir please stop disrobing she is a professional. who has absolutely seen scantily-clad men before and is not bothered by nudity in a clinical, medicinal sense, but this is like. too much. too far.
what was it he needed again?
right. blood sample. (why?)
she shakes her head and comes over to him, pulling her medical satchel around to the front of her body. she always carries an assortment of items usually relegated to scrolls in her world, but since she can't always rely on fuinjutsu, the old-fashioned way it is. she takes out needles, vacutainers and tubing. the room was already sterilized as per her instruction, and the items are all single-use by nature, so she's not shy about setting the wrapped needles and containers on the countertop. ）
Nonsense, I'm a doctor. If I was bothered by a little blood, I wouldn't have gotten very far in my career, would I?
（ she's going to draw his blood and absolutely Not Think about the tiny little ᴼᴴ ᴺᴼ ᴴᴱ'ᔆ ᴴᴼᵀ going off like a claxon in her brain. it's ridiculous, she feels twelve years old all over again, making eyes at sasuke when they were all first assigned to team seven. not exactly the world's most pleasant retrospective.
as she gets everything ready but just prior to the whole 'stab him for science' part... ）
[He cannot help that his outfit is ridiculous enough he must take most of it off in order to let her professionally draw blood (he can help it, he chose this).
Luckily for her, even though he can pick up on some subtle changes in her body, he says nothing about it. And she had entertained the idea of being his soulmate… Imagine him hearing her thoughts to put together with her heartbeat.]
No, I suppose not.
[He allows her to do what she will with his arm. It isn’t difficult to find a vein; his skin is so pale it looks somewhat translucent, and she can see the blue veins right below the skin. Take her pick.
His unoccupied hand opens the computer he had brought in to turn it on. Despite being something that resembles a laptop, it looks more outdated—a laptop version of an old IBM? Yes.]
…My blood is very poisonous, [he finally admits quietly after some consideration.] I’d rather not waste your time, so I want to make sure your blood is viable with mine. Since all of us appear to be from different worlds.
（ she snaps the vacutainer off handily once it's full, and then withdraws the needle, pressing a little square of gauze against it to forestall further bleeding. the way he'd said that, with more reluctance than he's shown about informing her of things so far... hm. ）
Is that a vampire thing generally speaking, or you specifically?
（ hush, it's part of her process. she watches him shimmy back into his — frankly, ridiculous — leather... thing, and then peels her gloves off. into the garbage bin they go. ）
Well, luckily for you I happen to be a poison expert.
（ it's said with gentle flippancy. not to downplay his situation, but. you know. one more thing she's not afraid of. ）
[In almost the same inquisitive tone she had given him previously:]
Oh?
[Though he doesn't keep his attention directly on her; instead, he shifts around so he can start working with his own blood first. Regale him with the poison expertise.]
My blood won't harm you unless it's ingested, so you'll be fine.
[In case she had any apprehensions with working with it if necessary. But now she knows why he did not offer his blood up when she made the request on the network. People would die unfortunately. Again?]
（ so she hovers a bit, standing on her tiptoes to see over his shoulder. why is he so tall? a mystery. ... finally, she just drags over a footstool and stands on that. she has defeated height, cannot be stopped, etc etc. ）
Poison is a common shinobi tool. It's beneficial to know how to counteract it.
（ were you expecting a more protracted answer? hm. she leans in, tucking her hair behind her ears so it won't fall forward in an untoward curtain while she's sort of in his space. ）
Why is it you always say the most shocking thing first, and then try to offer reassurances after the fact?
（ she knows full well why. psychologically, it's something she can recognize as a self-protective method. if you start with what's horrifying and it doesn't work to frighten people off, you can be reasonably assured that they'll handle your soft admissions more gently. but is he aware he's doing it? one wonders. ）
[Sakura... He will sit in a minute, be patient. But no, it's fine. He isn't bothered at all by her behind him, hovering over his shoulder, not even when she gets the stool. Sometimes, a gothic man is tall.
He hums in acknowledgement to her simple answer; it makes sense to him, and he doesn't need any kind of crazy explanation. In a way, he understands. Having poisonous blood isn't a life he chose; however, it has given him a tool to withstand venoms and poisons from others.
The blood he syringes into a petri dish actually looks exactly like normal blood. No weird colors, no strange bubbling. His blood seems... ordinary? He puts it briefly aside and disposes of the syringe.]
Would you rather hear the bad news last?
[Listen.
When he starts working with her blood next, he sits down in front of the microscope, making her the tall one now. Rather than the petri dish, a drop or two of her blood goes first onto a slide on the stage, and he leans forward to look through the lens at it.]
It's not bad news — you're the one that treats it that way. It's just information about you.
（ her own blood isn't... entirely normal either. maybe not in the sense that it's poisonous — but mitotic regeneration has left its mark on her cellular structure just the same, even if she hasn't had cause to use it since the war. ）
[His eyes are on the lens, but his brows furrow gently at the scolding. How is having poisonous, freakish blood not bad news, he wants to know. Inwardly, Left Hand is giving him a lot of hell.]
My blood is not normal human blood is all.
[He really doesn't have anything else to say in the face of her lecturing... though, he finds it kind she continues to try to get him to put his head on straight.]
Yours is not so normal either.
[He lifts his head away from the lens and glances over his shoulder at her.]
（ it was an example you goober!! next she'll be yelling at him not to take everything so literally. in the meantime, though, she just blows out a breath that stirs the long sweep of her bangs and folds her arms, fingers hooking on the hems of her tunic's opposing sleeves.
at his pivot onto the topic of her blood, she lifts one shoulder in a sort of shrug. there are all sorts of shinobi techniques that have a negative effect on the body. opening the eighth gate is nearly always fatal, gai being the remarkable exception. the mangekyō sharingan causes blindness, madness and unspeakable pain.
and as for mitotic regeneration? all you lose is time. she doesn't regret learning it, although she suspects she'll share tsunade's vanity in time. isn't it worth it, to trade away an uncertain future to survive a perilous now? she would have died a hundred times over in the war without it, if not by madara's sword or the swarm of white zetsu or the victims of the impure resurrection, then by kaguya's awful shifting dimensions and the fight that followed. ）
No, it wouldn't be.
（ is she going to elaborate on that? no. ）
But I don't think there's anything in it that will prevent it from working for this.
[It’s fine. He had not offered any explanation about his own blood either. They will continue to be the same secretive people in this regard.]
Let’s see if that’s true.
[He does not say this in a way that’s mean, but in a way that’s agreeable. Her blood will likely be fine—and perhaps even better. (As long as his own blood doesn’t mess things up which was what worried him.)
He turns back to clear a working space, and then he leaves her very briefly to gather some additional things. Time to test tube their blood together once he sits back down.
Then he can work on the pills.]
Did you have to get involved in the arresting after it happened?
（ she really hadn't done anything that couldn't have been done just as well by someone else. without access to chakra, what was she but a talented taijutsu user? brawling in the cold stone hallways had worked out in her favour, but she hasn't forgotten that smack she took to the face. more than anything, it made it clear that she relies too much on her ability to heal herself. she could have dodged, if she hadn't been so concerned with keeping fukawa and the other prisoner safe. all she can do is call it a lesson, and be glad it healed cleanly. ）
But I was there, yes. I hope your escape wasn't too difficult?
[He would truly give her a look if she ever said this after all the shit she has given him about (gestures at all of himself). But surely he would have thought Sakura would feel a great "have to" for helping as man of them as there were taken.]
Troublesome but not difficult.
[Not for him, at least, but he doesn't say that as a humble sort of man. He can admit being mostly naked and subdued is a pain in the ass.
Carefully, he pipes some of her blood into the same tube as some of his own. There is no immediate reaction, but he grows mildly quiet while he waits. Nothing really seems to happen which is hopefully for the best. He does pick the vial up to finally give it a small shake left to right, and this doesn't cause anything amiss either. He glances at her.]
I'll check it under the microscope, but it seems to work as intended.
（ don't you dare turn that around on her, she'll wither and die. ）
The guards didn't seem prepared to deal with a group of angry, combat-capable Restless... they were lucky enough to have gotten the jump on everyone the first time.
（ she should... probably ask sasuke if he killed anyone, because that might actually come back to haunt them in the not-so-distant future...
she's patient and still while he does his thing, clearly not someone who has difficulty with the long periods of inaction and inactivity while Science bustles ever onward in the background. she isn't really driven to respond to his comment about the compatibility just yet — the microscope will be the deciding factor. ）
I'm glad you made it out all right. I know you can look after yourself, but... I'm glad. （ ... and then, a bit mischievously: ） You'd probably be a pretty grumpy cellmate.
The guards are also people struggling with their own voices.
[Like, sure, put the rough people in the prison for guarding duty, but also... kind of a bad set-up. They were having a hard time with the lot of them rebelling.
He prepares another slide for the microscope, this time with the mixture of their blood which still thankfully hasn't done anything weird.] You would have been worried if I hadn't? [:)? He goes to look into the lens, but pauses.]
You think I'm grumpy.
[Then he looks through the lens at their blood. He makes it sound like he's mildly insulted, but playfully. Excuse him, he isn't grumpy, he's annoyingly apathetic.]
（ she's no stranger to compassion shown to strangers please teach sasuke how to manage his shit tho and so his statement about the guards just gets a thoughtful nod. just doing their jobs, dealing with the same shadows as any of them, she doesn't exactly begrudge them for it, as far as they knew they were dealing with criminals.
but she's still not sorry about that one guard whose ribs she broke, either. in that particular case? deserved. ）
Do you want to hear all about how I would have staged a daring rescue on your behalf? You haven't seen me punch through a wall yet. I happen to be excellent cavalry.
（ shush, we don't talk about the power dampening field in the jail. she would have found a wall. ）
And I don't think you're grumpy. I know you are. One of these days I'm going to get a real smile out of you, and then and only then will I recant my position.
[He grunts softly in his throat at the teasing. He hasn't seen her punch through a wall yet, no... but based on how feisty she acts and how much strength he can sense... he can imagine.
He really lucked out not being punched to the Shadowlands that time.]
You have taken on a daunting task then.
[He can and does smile, though... very, very rarely. It's fine. It makes it all the better to witness when it happens.
Whatever he watches inside the microscope has his attention for several long moments. He switches the magnification around once.]
I doubt it comes as much of a surprise, but it seems your blood is regenerating mine. [He lifts his head so he can glance at her again.] My blood isn't eroding yours unnecessarily; the white blood cells aren't attacking.
（ she says that perhaps a bit primly. it is neither normal nor healthy to be excited about getting a Good Grade in Blood, but since when was she either of those things? pat her on the head while you're at it, d. ）
Can I see?
（ is she gonna wait for an answer or just scoot him out of the —
no, she is already scooting him out of the way. scooting is happening. enjoy the oddly effortless relocation of your chair like a half-meter to the left with one nudge of her foot.
she leans in to study the slides for herself, making a speculative sound at what the view presents. interesting. ）
Does my blood type make a difference at all? I'm O+.
（ it's weird to be the novice here. her own fundamental understanding of such things is pretty robust — but it's not like she's ever needed to worry about compatibility with an eccentric half-vampire with poisonous blood before, either. ）
[Well, he was GOING to move back a bit, but she has already started the scooting. As a man that is quite heavy, he is actually rather impressed by being moved even a little.
Strong women… He’s looking away fastly. Anyway.
He leans back to give her enough room despite being manhandled, allowing her time and quiet to watch the blood through the lens.]
It’s possible it provides a better field for coexistence. None of this has any relation to the desire for blood; however, it’s interesting to watch the reaction.
[He watches her watch through the microscope, easier to do when he can accomplish it without being seen.]
Using the pill with your blood may increase the span of time between when I require taking them. Or it may boost regeneration. I don’t know.
Putting your life in my hands, hm? Do you know me well enough for that?
（ it's said with a playful sideways look at him, wrinkling her nose up in a crinkly little smile. whatever else can be said about their odd... nearly two months' acquaintance, she actually does trust him, and she hopes that he trusts her too.
it's all very SENPAI NOTICE ME of her, tbh. ）
But as long as you don't think it'll do any harm... you already heal pretty fast, right?
（ the needle wasn't a great example, but she certainly took notice of the clean gauze when he pulled it away. so this is mostly just a guess, albeit an educated one that leans on all the other things he's told her thus far. ）
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In an effort to not make it seem awkward, he takes off the hat to put it out of the way. Then he unclasps the collared pauldrons from his shoulders along with the cape attached to them; when he gently settles them on the ground, it’s with a heavy thunk. Without all of the bulk, it’s surprising how much he looks like a lean young man. The angular babyface now matches the physique.]
Thank you. I’m not sure there is a machine here which will dehydrate what’s synthesized. So I may only be able to make them in small batches at a time.
[He peruses the microscopes a moment with his eyes, then he brings his pick over by the small, folded computer.]
Is any of this equipment unfamiliar to your time period back home?
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sakura: a keen objectifier of men. no she will not be accepting criticism at this time thank u. ）
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her attention blinks upwards from his clothing that he just threw?? on the ground?? okay buddy. and she purses her lips faintly. ）
Oh, lyophilization — there's a machine that can handle that.
（ she points out a small vacuum chamber, and continues on; ）
The machines back home take a few days to run through the process, but this can handle it in a matter of hours. It's mostly familiar, though some of it's a little more modern. Not enough that I'm completely in the dark.
i’m sorry to sakura…
Being able to dehydrate them eases the burden of worry he had. Small miracles.]
Alright.
[He leans back from the ocular lens and glances at her in acknowledgement. He assumes if she has questions, she’ll ask.
Turning his head in the other direction, he reaches over his shoulder to the back of his head and starts unzipping the neck of the leather chest piece. The black material peels apart over a pale and muscled back. He takes just his right arm out of the sleeve and rests it on the table.
Maybe the prison brand on the upper arm will distract her from everything else. It’s the single scar he has on his body.]
If you don’t want to, I can do it on my own.
her torment is too great
what was it he needed again?
right. blood sample. (why?)
she shakes her head and comes over to him, pulling her medical satchel around to the front of her body. she always carries an assortment of items usually relegated to scrolls in her world, but since she can't always rely on fuinjutsu, the old-fashioned way it is. she takes out needles, vacutainers and tubing. the room was already sterilized as per her instruction, and the items are all single-use by nature, so she's not shy about setting the wrapped needles and containers on the countertop. ）
Nonsense, I'm a doctor. If I was bothered by a little blood, I wouldn't have gotten very far in my career, would I?
（ she's going to draw his blood and absolutely Not Think about the tiny little ᴼᴴ ᴺᴼ ᴴᴱ'ᔆ ᴴᴼᵀ going off like a claxon in her brain. it's ridiculous, she feels twelve years old all over again, making eyes at sasuke when they were all first assigned to team seven. not exactly the world's most pleasant retrospective.
as she gets everything ready but just prior to the whole 'stab him for science' part... ）
Why is it you need your own blood...?
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Luckily for her, even though he can pick up on some subtle changes in her body, he says nothing about it. And she had entertained the idea of being his soulmate… Imagine him hearing her thoughts to put together with her heartbeat.]
No, I suppose not.
[He allows her to do what she will with his arm. It isn’t difficult to find a vein; his skin is so pale it looks somewhat translucent, and she can see the blue veins right below the skin. Take her pick.
His unoccupied hand opens the computer he had brought in to turn it on. Despite being something that resembles a laptop, it looks more outdated—a laptop version of an old IBM? Yes.]
…My blood is very poisonous, [he finally admits quietly after some consideration.] I’d rather not waste your time, so I want to make sure your blood is viable with mine. Since all of us appear to be from different worlds.
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Is that a vampire thing generally speaking, or you specifically?
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He waits for a second before removing it so he can slide his arm back into the sleeve and zip himself into the leather once more.]
Specifically me.
[He tried to tell you he was a monster, Sakura… :(]
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Well, luckily for you I happen to be a poison expert.
（ it's said with gentle flippancy. not to downplay his situation, but. you know. one more thing she's not afraid of. ）
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Oh?
[Though he doesn't keep his attention directly on her; instead, he shifts around so he can start working with his own blood first. Regale him with the poison expertise.]
My blood won't harm you unless it's ingested, so you'll be fine.
[In case she had any apprehensions with working with it if necessary. But now she knows why he did not offer his blood up when she made the request on the network. People would die unfortunately. Again?]
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Poison is a common shinobi tool. It's beneficial to know how to counteract it.
（ were you expecting a more protracted answer? hm. she leans in, tucking her hair behind her ears so it won't fall forward in an untoward curtain while she's sort of in his space. ）
Why is it you always say the most shocking thing first, and then try to offer reassurances after the fact?
（ she knows full well why. psychologically, it's something she can recognize as a self-protective method. if you start with what's horrifying and it doesn't work to frighten people off, you can be reasonably assured that they'll handle your soft admissions more gently. but is he aware he's doing it? one wonders. ）
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He hums in acknowledgement to her simple answer; it makes sense to him, and he doesn't need any kind of crazy explanation. In a way, he understands. Having poisonous blood isn't a life he chose; however, it has given him a tool to withstand venoms and poisons from others.
The blood he syringes into a petri dish actually looks exactly like normal blood. No weird colors, no strange bubbling. His blood seems... ordinary? He puts it briefly aside and disposes of the syringe.]
Would you rather hear the bad news last?
[Listen.
When he starts working with her blood next, he sits down in front of the microscope, making her the tall one now. Rather than the petri dish, a drop or two of her blood goes first onto a slide on the stage, and he leans forward to look through the lens at it.]
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（ her own blood isn't... entirely normal either. maybe not in the sense that it's poisonous — but mitotic regeneration has left its mark on her cellular structure just the same, even if she hasn't had cause to use it since the war. ）
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My blood is not normal human blood is all.
[He really doesn't have anything else to say in the face of her lecturing... though, he finds it kind she continues to try to get him to put his head on straight.]
Yours is not so normal either.
[He lifts his head away from the lens and glances over his shoulder at her.]
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at his pivot onto the topic of her blood, she lifts one shoulder in a sort of shrug. there are all sorts of shinobi techniques that have a negative effect on the body. opening the eighth gate is nearly always fatal, gai being the remarkable exception. the mangekyō sharingan causes blindness, madness and unspeakable pain.
and as for mitotic regeneration? all you lose is time. she doesn't regret learning it, although she suspects she'll share tsunade's vanity in time. isn't it worth it, to trade away an uncertain future to survive a perilous now? she would have died a hundred times over in the war without it, if not by madara's sword or the swarm of white zetsu or the victims of the impure resurrection, then by kaguya's awful shifting dimensions and the fight that followed. ）
No, it wouldn't be.
（ is she going to elaborate on that? no. ）
But I don't think there's anything in it that will prevent it from working for this.
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Let’s see if that’s true.
[He does not say this in a way that’s mean, but in a way that’s agreeable. Her blood will likely be fine—and perhaps even better. (As long as his own blood doesn’t mess things up which was what worried him.)
He turns back to clear a working space, and then he leaves her very briefly to gather some additional things. Time to test tube their blood together once he sits back down.
Then he can work on the pills.]
Did you have to get involved in the arresting after it happened?
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（ she really hadn't done anything that couldn't have been done just as well by someone else. without access to chakra, what was she but a talented taijutsu user? brawling in the cold stone hallways had worked out in her favour, but she hasn't forgotten that smack she took to the face. more than anything, it made it clear that she relies too much on her ability to heal herself. she could have dodged, if she hadn't been so concerned with keeping fukawa and the other prisoner safe. all she can do is call it a lesson, and be glad it healed cleanly. ）
But I was there, yes. I hope your escape wasn't too difficult?
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Troublesome but not difficult.
[Not for him, at least, but he doesn't say that as a humble sort of man. He can admit being mostly naked and subdued is a pain in the ass.
Carefully, he pipes some of her blood into the same tube as some of his own. There is no immediate reaction, but he grows mildly quiet while he waits. Nothing really seems to happen which is hopefully for the best. He does pick the vial up to finally give it a small shake left to right, and this doesn't cause anything amiss either. He glances at her.]
I'll check it under the microscope, but it seems to work as intended.
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The guards didn't seem prepared to deal with a group of angry, combat-capable Restless... they were lucky enough to have gotten the jump on everyone the first time.
（ she should... probably ask sasuke if he killed anyone, because that might actually come back to haunt them in the not-so-distant future...
she's patient and still while he does his thing, clearly not someone who has difficulty with the long periods of inaction and inactivity while Science bustles ever onward in the background. she isn't really driven to respond to his comment about the compatibility just yet — the microscope will be the deciding factor. ）
I'm glad you made it out all right. I know you can look after yourself, but... I'm glad. （ ... and then, a bit mischievously: ） You'd probably be a pretty grumpy cellmate.
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[Like, sure, put the rough people in the prison for guarding duty, but also... kind of a bad set-up. They were having a hard time with the lot of them rebelling.
He prepares another slide for the microscope, this time with the mixture of their blood which still thankfully hasn't done anything weird.] You would have been worried if I hadn't? [:)? He goes to look into the lens, but pauses.]
You think I'm grumpy.
[Then he looks through the lens at their blood. He makes it sound like he's mildly insulted, but playfully. Excuse him, he isn't grumpy, he's annoyingly apathetic.]
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please teach sasuke how to manage his shit thoand so his statement about the guards just gets a thoughtful nod. just doing their jobs, dealing with the same shadows as any of them, she doesn't exactly begrudge them for it, as far as they knew they were dealing with criminals.but she's still not sorry about that one guard whose ribs she broke, either. in that particular case? deserved. ）
Do you want to hear all about how I would have staged a daring rescue on your behalf? You haven't seen me punch through a wall yet. I happen to be excellent cavalry.
（ shush, we don't talk about the power dampening field in the jail. she would have found a wall. ）
And I don't think you're grumpy. I know you are. One of these days I'm going to get a real smile out of you, and then and only then will I recant my position.
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He really lucked out not being punched to the Shadowlands that time.]
You have taken on a daunting task then.
[He can and does smile, though... very, very rarely. It's fine. It makes it all the better to witness when it happens.
Whatever he watches inside the microscope has his attention for several long moments. He switches the magnification around once.]
I doubt it comes as much of a surprise, but it seems your blood is regenerating mine. [He lifts his head so he can glance at her again.] My blood isn't eroding yours unnecessarily; the white blood cells aren't attacking.
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（ she says that perhaps a bit primly. it is neither normal nor healthy to be excited about getting a Good Grade in Blood, but since when was she either of those things? pat her on the head while you're at it, d. ）
Can I see?
（ is she gonna wait for an answer or just scoot him out of the —
no, she is already scooting him out of the way. scooting is happening. enjoy the oddly effortless relocation of your chair like a half-meter to the left with one nudge of her foot.
she leans in to study the slides for herself, making a speculative sound at what the view presents. interesting. ）
Does my blood type make a difference at all? I'm O+.
（ it's weird to be the novice here. her own fundamental understanding of such things is pretty robust — but it's not like she's ever needed to worry about compatibility with an eccentric half-vampire with poisonous blood before, either. ）
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Strong women… He’s looking away fastly. Anyway.
He leans back to give her enough room despite being manhandled, allowing her time and quiet to watch the blood through the lens.]
It’s possible it provides a better field for coexistence. None of this has any relation to the desire for blood; however, it’s interesting to watch the reaction.
[He watches her watch through the microscope, easier to do when he can accomplish it without being seen.]
Using the pill with your blood may increase the span of time between when I require taking them. Or it may boost regeneration. I don’t know.
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（ it's said with a playful sideways look at him, wrinkling her nose up in a crinkly little smile. whatever else can be said about their odd... nearly two months' acquaintance, she actually does trust him, and she hopes that he trusts her too.
it's all very SENPAI NOTICE ME of her, tbh. ）
But as long as you don't think it'll do any harm... you already heal pretty fast, right?
（ the needle wasn't a great example, but she certainly took notice of the clean gauze when he pulled it away. so this is mostly just a guess, albeit an educated one that leans on all the other things he's told her thus far. ）
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cw... orochimaru??? (medical experimentation/torture refs)
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you almost got an itachi tag instead and that would make this thread wild
i would have howled with laughter NIISAN!!!
he and d in the same room would be hilarious. negative talking.
two traumatized prodigies who have a lot of love who don’t talk
should i be asking what happened to d's mom...........
it’s okay probably…
that's the opposite of reassuring
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