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▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱ Good Liar TW : BLOOD, MANIPULATION ▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱
Three weeks have passed, Working as his doctor was much harder than you had expected.
His attitude and distrust unwavering despite having proved yourself useful for him. He speaks like a traditional man, misogynistic and condescending at best. Gaining respect had proved to be a hard task.
Though despite this, you refrained from charging him of your services. Why? Because that's part of the picture you're trying to paint for him.
After all kindness without honesty is nothing but manipulation. The oldest trick in the book.
A kind and useful figure that he could rely on. Someone he would let to knock his walls down with blind trust. Someone who can get close enough to pierce a dagger into his still-human heart.
You raise your head as the door to his home was opened by one of his servants. You mumble a small greeting to the middle-aged man as you silently follow him to Muzan's quarters.
Your presence was one calm and as unpredictable as an ocean. So reserved and so gentle.
The servant opens the door and your eyes meet those familiarly sharp eyes of his.
"Wonderful morning to you, Kibutsuji-Sama.." You briefly nod in a polite greeting as you step into his quarters, hearing the servant close the door behind you to give you two some privacy.
"You're late." He gruffly responds from where he was sat by his futon.
He rarely did stand up and walk around without help, mainly because he was apparently too weak to do so. So his sitting figure has become quite the usual sight.
"I'd have came earlier if i knew you'd be asking of me so soon after our last meeting." You shrug as you sit at a respectable difference from him, setting your new bag down, filled with various herbs and medicine you concocted on memory.
Your response earns a scoff from him as his eyes fell to your bag.
"So what seems to be so urgent that you insisted that i'd come over this abruptly?" You start, hands folded over your lap at a straight posture as you were sat in front of him.
Wearing a Kimono was harder than you expected, as it was constricting and forced you to seem modest. But you try not to make your discomfort obvious to seem professional enough for him.
"The medicine's run out..the uhm.." he gruffly spoke, trailing off as he tries to recall the foreign name.
"Thecough drops?"
"Yes." He scoffs as he confirms your words with a brief nod.
"That's fine. I have new medicine i need you try-"
