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[chatwithdeath]

Good.

[He's having a bad enough time as it is; she didn't want to hear that some people decided to hassle him. Raising a hand now, she decides to give one of his ears a scratch before leading him on.]

Alright, we have some fresh fog cases.

[leggierissimo]

[He's hardly having a bad time. Any melancholy at all is over the fact that Beat blatantly disobeyed his wishes. That's all.

His ear does twitch when Naomi's hand touches it, but both fold back immediately after.]

Ah? New transformations?

[chatwithdeath]

[That would sound bad enough to her, but oh well.]

That's right. Not only that, but we have roaming humans. They're not really hunters, but they've been catching some newer monsters during their vulnerable moments.

[leggierissimo]

[Joshua does not admit to having bad times. Ever.]

I've been making it a point to avoid the ones hunting monsters... Are they badly injured?

[chatwithdeath]

The humans may be 'hunting', but it seems as though more of us are helping protect those turning. They're more in pain from the transformations than their aggressors.

[leggierissimo]

Ah. I see. Typical injuries and aches, then.

[Being involved in the medical field is something he never pictured himself doing, but being voluntold has definitely helped. He still doesn't enjoy doing it and wouldn't do it for a profession, but... helping Naomi isn't so terrible. As long as he doesn't have to do anything involving bodily fluids.]

What do you want me to do?

[chatwithdeath]

Exactly.

[No worries there. She's taking care of most of those bodily fluids. Mostly blood, but each patient has their own problems.]

I need medicine delivered to several rooms, and one of my residents misplaced a chart. If you could try looking for that; their scent should still be on it.

[leggierissimo]

[Good, good. He's fine with helping, in that case. Cleaning up and keeping things tidy is one thing, but anything having to do with the human body is just disgusting.]

I suppose I could look. Do you want me to deliver the medicine as well, or are you covering that?

[chatwithdeath]

Deliver the medicine first, and then look for the chart. I have to go check on the progress of the new batch since we're cutting into our supplies right now.

[leggierissimo]

Alright. I'll let you know when I'm finished.

[This, at least, will keep his mind off some things and allow him to think about others. Busywork, really.]