⠀⠀⠀ ℬˡᵉᵉᵈⁱⁿᵍ 𝓢ⁱˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ . . ⛧

Even when on something as meagre as a countertop, Nima is sprawled atop it with the imperial regality they oft demand. 
            
            Their eyes are half-lidded, the dizzying shade of them subdued under the veil of their eyelashes.  Their leg crosses at the knee, foot bobbing in impatience they don’t bother to conceal this time around.
            
            “I can’t just visit a friend?” A gloved hand pressing to the exposed sliver of flesh on their chest.  “/But/, I suppoooose if you’re too busy I can come back another time…”
            
            They debate plucking that damned bowl from the good doctor’s grasp and shattering it.  And ridding this room of that loitering, awful stench.  Insufferable.  

⠀⠀ [    ORIEL:   DR IZFAAR.̲    ]
            ⠀⠀⠀      VIII.⠀⤻┃☠︎︎      ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏ ⁿᵒ ᵉᵛⁱˡ
            
            ⠀♱⠀▋ ID:    @theunbecoming 
            
            [     they huff in quiet exasperation. what work of theirs wasn't important when having the occupation of one who regularly sustains the gentle balance between life and death.   
            
                  another questioning look,  as the other settles themselves upon the counter, but it ultimately returns back to their busy hands once more.   not like it was the first time nima insisted on making themselves comfortable in their space. they nod, chin jutting outward with their gaze cast downwards as though asking what their purpose was here, whether another matter had to be dealt with.     ]

Lips pressed in infantile, goaded petulance.  How swiftly their attention diverts from Nima  […]  like sand spilling through fingers.  
            
            It, simply put, is /not/ appreciated.
            
            “Must be important if you’re working on it out of hours,” their tone kept deliberately casual as a smile adorns their visage.  
            
            Each step is measured, light as they prop themself up on the countertop beside Izfaar with languid ease.  They allow an ear to flick once in faux curiosity as they peer down at the bowl.  

/  hwy now let’s makeup… 

╱╱ ⠀⠀  ⠀⠀DO YOU WANT ME TO FUCKINF KILL YOU
            
            ⠀⠀⠀▋⤻⠀⠀@theunbecoming 

character thread. tba.

"you can keep the bag,"  a hand waves dismissively.  "it came with the carriage.  so consider it apart of my lovely little gifts to you,  yes?"  their smile somehow brightens.
            
            but that expression falls as izfaar approaches,  and the gestures can only mean they intend to do a check-up.  "you don't have to,"  nima grumbles,  but it's less polite and more so petulant.  they see it as a waste of time.  they're fine,  have been fine,  but nonetheless they're shrugging out of the silken garment anyway.
            
            they easily tie the arms of the garment around their waist.  their forearms are unblemished,  torso scarred but regardless fine.  perfectly human flesh.  "see?  fine.  no naughty energy leaking out."

⠀⠀ [    ORIEL:   DR IZFAAR.̲    ]
            ⠀⠀⠀      VIII.⠀⤻┃☠︎︎      ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏ ⁿᵒ ᵉᵛⁱˡ
            
            ⠀♱⠀▋ ID:    @theunbecoming 
            
            [   they straighten,  expression equally as unamused as before to confirm their guess of the doctor not being thrilled about their appearance.
            
                       watching the approaching individual, they remain perfectly still until taking the contents of the bag,  a glance to its contents.  they raise an eyebrow at the brief change in direction of the story.   they could make assumptions on how this was obtained,  but little complaints could be made,  as it actively helped them continue their work.   the items are removed and the satchel is passed back,  easy enough to understand that they accepted the gifts.  it's after they turn back that they make a movement,  one holding their arms out and the other mimicking the removal of clothing.   a quick check up on their stability to make sure they hadn't overdone it during their detour.

the infuriating grin does not disperse or twitch out of place even once, eyes flickering over the sight of the other as their head lolls to the side.  "dear me, you really aren't happy to see me."
            
            they sigh as if disappointed by such a conclusion before slipping towards the other with an easy gait, a large satchel hanging on their arm.  "here you go,"  a dismissive drone, handing the bulging contents to the other.  it's full of all sorts of supplies;  herbs, some crudely cut off appendages from...  varying creatures but salvageable enough, rolls of cloth.  "you were lucky the carriage i..."  a clearing of their throat, delicate.  "bumped into had these things."

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*     so pretty 

so dramatic.  

"⠀⠀and i never will again after this.⠀⠀"
            
            ⠀⠀⠀▋⤻⠀⠀@shinenshi 

aww come on,  they’re on me!  it’s been ages since i’ve seen you,  you never come down this way.