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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.

[servicewitha]

[comparing prices!]

[bloodiedpride]

[...puts back the one he was holding and grabs a cheap bottle, not really looking at what he picked up]

[servicewitha]

[still looking at the stuff on the shelf]

You know no one cares, right?

[bloodiedpride]

What?

[servicewitha]

[straightens to look at him]

You can relax here. Or are you afraid of losing your edge if you do?

[bloodiedpride]

[narrows his eyes]

[servicewitha]

[waits]

[bloodiedpride]

It doesn't matter. If I let myself go then return to Toshima, I'll die.

[servicewitha]

Would training help?

[bloodiedpride]

...

Are you offering?

[servicewitha]

. . . Yes.

[bloodiedpride]

[...UNSURE.]

[servicewitha]

Think about it. I promise I won't touch you sexually.

[bloodiedpride]

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[bloodiedpride]

Why is that even--