you're at a doctor's office -- more specifically in the patient's bed of one. except it's all very Sensitiv flavored. the walls, the floor, the bed and even the sheets are all pink; they don't smell but they looked bloodstained, on top of that. there's a sheet with bloody handprints cordoning off a showering area in the room.
a woman in ... what can only be described generously as an interpretation of Sensitiv's whole pastel goth aesthetic is sitting in in a wheely chair nearby. the only thing she has over top of the outfit is a white doctor's coat, which she has completely open. she also has a familiar set of horns and wings for those familiar with Dante in non dream reality.
she taps a clipboard in her hands. ]
Soo, you ready for your checkup?
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[ or, alternatively, it's the above prompt but it's regular Dante (horns and wings include) in this outfit.
[Glory is half-naked, looking like she's just stripped off her top: her skirt, stockings and shoes are all still on, but her chest is bare. There are smears of blood on her skin, but it appears that any open wounds have been healed—though, in addition to her usual scars, there are some fresher-looking ones with bright red stitches in them.]
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you're at a doctor's office -- more specifically in the patient's bed of one. except it's all very Sensitiv flavored. the walls, the floor, the bed and even the sheets are all pink; they don't smell but they looked bloodstained, on top of that. there's a sheet with bloody handprints cordoning off a showering area in the room.
a woman in ... what can only be described generously as an interpretation of Sensitiv's whole pastel goth aesthetic is sitting in in a wheely chair nearby. the only thing she has over top of the outfit is a white doctor's coat, which she has completely open. she also has a familiar set of horns and wings for those familiar with Dante in non dream reality.
she taps a clipboard in her hands. ]
Soo, you ready for your checkup?
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[ or, alternatively, it's the above prompt but it's regular Dante (horns and wings include) in this outfit.
PICK YOUR POISON ]
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Whatever, Miss Trash.
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So where's it hurt? Whatever you've got goin' on.
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What am I even doing here, actually? Did you drug me?
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I don't drug people.
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well as dreams go he can pat himself on the back for this one!!!]
Of course. Where shall we begin?
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no g'raha don't be too crass.]
Quite warm. I may have a fever.
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[ she leans forward, putting her hand up to his forehead ]
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[leaning into it, but therenis only the warmth of his flush.]
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...I'm ready.
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[ Dante's making no secret of raking his gaze over her before reaching over and tugging at the edge of her skirt. ]
This comes off.
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It's just the stitches, I'm fine other than that.
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You can be thorough once you prove you're competent at the basics.
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[ looks at his clipboard
hmmm ]
How 'bout a temperature check?
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...Well, I do feel a little bit hot.