| [Feb. 2nd, 2008|03:15 am] |
Writing down the name and starting to fill out details, Haruichi hissed a little air through his teeth at Raidou's teasing. "They're glasses, Namiashi. They could not be more self-explanatory." Truth be told, Haruichi hated them - though he'd defend them to the hilt now that he was forced to co-exist with them. Particularly since the optometrist at the hospital had nearly brained him with a lens grinder for his cheek when he'd been given them and Haruichi doubted he'd get another pair in a hurry. He only needed them for reading, but then, Haruichi was a medic. He read a lot.
Scribbling over the form, detailing the situation, Haruichi supposed this was a tame enough case for his first five minutes back in this particular bat-brained trust. Nobody had managed to poison themselves yet, at least.
...Speaking of: "You don't know if Shiranui Genma is still in the service, do you?" |
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