Section VI

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by ShusukeTsirku

by ShusukeTsirku

Bad felt a little dizzy and he'd his head with one of his hands

"What do you mean I did it?"

"I cannot tell you that I'm afraid, just that you were the one who caused them harm"

"Why don't they seem phased by it?"

"That...Is classified."

"Stop it with the whole classified nonsense!
Just who or what exactly is keeping you from telling me!?"

"You are sir..."

"What do you mean I am?"

"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you
...It'd just seem like nonsense"

Bad let out a deep sigh, "It doesn't matter let's just get to the check-up"

"Please turn around and removed the top part of your robe"

Bad didn't realize his face becoming slightly red. He hesitantly removed the top part of his robe

Cucurucho lightly touched his back in the areas where his wings were, "Still some scarring?..." Cucurucho mumbled

He seemed to be applying some sort of ointment to one of the few areas he touched, "May ask what this is for at least?-"

"You injured your back a few years ago, if I remember correctly you were showing a friend your wings and then you slipped causing one of them to be forcefully ripped out and the other also almost got ripped out"

"Ouch. Also why did you say friend like that?"

Cucurucho seemed annoyed by the question seeing as though he pushed down on Bads wounds causing him to let out a soft yell

Though it was more like the whines of a puppy dog, something about this amused the bear causing him to press down some more

"OW! CUCURUCHO STOP IT! >:'["
Bad yelled, he tried to swing his arm back to grab his hand-paw-grabby-thing and then slipped causing him to fall onto the bear

"I'm too tired to get up, too much pain to move" Bad mumbled, it was slightly muffled since his face was stuffed into the fur of the bears chest

Cucurucho got up and pushed the demon up with him as he began to bandage his wounds, "That should be all for right now though I do have a question to ask you"

"Shoot"

"If your kids are off playing in the park with a few friends, and we're all alone, then how come I hear a typewriter?"

"A type-?"

Cucurucho covered his mouth, "Listen" he whispered

Klick
Klack

The sounds of typewriter at work could be heard coming from the other room.