because this isn't creepy at all

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

[This Vexen is currently occupied in his lab, which he has finally organized and stocked to his own meticulous specifications. It is very clean, white, and sterile at the moment, and the only thing of note is the wall of shelves on one side, where many jars are organized, each with a floating Heart inside, each giving off a shine. Unfortunately, not all of the Hearts are that healthy pinkish color... some are purple, some are greenish, and a few are nearly black and barely floating at all.]

... Specimen H-023: Failure. Specimen H-024: Acceptable. Specimen H-025... hmmm...

Comments

inorite :x

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

But wouldn't you rather be normal again?

\o/

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[He seemed hesitant with his anser, pondering the question a bit longer. It was true, he'd rather not be teased anymore or be so different...But was being different that bad?]

...It would be nice.

[To fit in.]

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

Then I can fix you and make you normal again.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

You could?

[Shifts footing, giving the other a confused glance. Most of the thoughts in his head were asking 'Is it going to hurt?' now.]

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

Indeed so. I am versed in the medical arts.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

...Would it hurt?

[The ears drooped a bit, fidgeting quietly. He always tends to fidget when he was nervous..]

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

I would provide you with anesthetic if necessary.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Nods faintly.]

I guess that things would be back to normal if I got rid of them.

[Though he tried to ignore the way his stomach churned from the thought of anything sharp coming at him, especially since his tail indeed had a bone structure that may need more than just a little slice..It worried him.]

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

Well, you can always take your time to make the decision.

[stops looming quite so much]

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Oh sweet, he has breathing room and doesn't seem paranoid anymore.]

I'm sure I can deal with these until they go away by themselves.

[Sora wasn't a masochist. Pointy objects scared him.]

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

And yet, they have not. You have had them for some time now, yes?

[moves away to another part of the lab, inspecting his stock]

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's been a long time.

[He'll be following behind, curious to see the rest of the lab.]

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

[it's a normal lab besides the wall o' Hearts... and the two metal exam tables at one end, one already prepped with that white paper often seen in doctor's offices]

Then perhaps they will not simply 'go away' without more proactive adjustments.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Huh, he's seen them on television when there's a soap opera on. Something about an evil twin's brother had a broken leg...]

Proactive adjustments?

[Tilts head.]

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

Why, removing them yourself, of course. Through whatever methods you might choose.

[do ignore that tray set up with various surgery implements]

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

I don't know of any methods.

[Gulps. Those tools didn't look too friendly to him..He'll be backing away from the tray.]

The only way I've thought of removing them myself was tugging on them-and they didn't come off.

[It just hurt.]

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

And that is why I am willing to perform the surgery necessary to return you normal!

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Laughs weakly, pulling on a smile. My lip is twitching..]

T-That's sounds...nice. But I-I wouldn't want to trouble you.

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

It would be no trouble at all. I find your changes to be... intriguing. I would not mind and opportunity to study those changes further.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Clearly, trying to politely say no without actually saying 'no' wasn't working. Fail.]

But, i-it would be a challenge. I don't do well with needles or...a-anything requiring medical equipment.

[He really didn't want anything on that tray coming near him. Sora was already holding his hands up with another weak laugh.]

It would be trouble.

[Studying changes? What was he, an experiment? A test subject?]

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

I could easily render you unconscious for the procedure.

[loooooom]

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

E-Eh?

[Ho snap-he'd forgotten how tall Vexen was...]

I-I think you need my consent to do that sort of thing..

[At least that's what doctors have to do on the soap operas. Was it possible for him to back up right now?]

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

Which is why this is merely and offer that you may accept at your convenience.

[sure you can get around him, he's not invading your space besides looming]

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't like looming.]

...Would it be an easy process?

[chilly-touch.livejournal.com]

It should be. But I cannot be sure until I do a proper examination first.