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[ at the front of the hospital, Kazahaya is busy carrying boxes into pharmacy, checking items off against a clipboard on the counter. wearing a black apron and a bandanna over his hair, he frowns at the list suddenly and looks down at the box in his hands

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[servicewitha]

[leans over his shoulder]

Akira.

[bloodiedpride]

[tenses]

Fuuma. What do you want?

[servicewitha]

Nothing, really. I was just in here to say hi to the owner. How are you?

[bloodiedpride]

Fine.

[looking at disinfectants. like alcohol.]

[servicewitha]

[EYING THEM]

I'm sure you are.

[bloodiedpride]

Then why did you bother asking?

[servicewitha]

Because despite what you're saying, the evidence leads to the contrary.

[bloodiedpride]

...What.

[servicewitha]

Did you hurt yourself?

[bloodiedpride]

I just said I'm fine.

[servicewitha]

Of course.

[bloodiedpride]

[picks up a bottle of alcohol and looks at it :T]

[servicewitha]

Stocking up?

[bloodiedpride]

[makes an aborted motion, a shrug that gets stopped quickly]

Something like that.

[servicewitha]

That's never a bad idea.

[peering at the shelves]

[bloodiedpride]

[sideeying]