➥ STATUS : CLOSED @doghoods ➥ FEATURING : AGENTEPSILON + AGENTVITALIS
he doesn't enjoy conducting conversations that hold weight from behind the safety of his desk. it gives an illusion of power that's very quickly slipping out of his shaking hands. instead, he sits comfortably at a table in the training area of the biomedical wing, practicing suture techniques on synthetic flesh because one can never be too confident in their skills. ( most of his concentration goes into ensuring his hands are stable, that he is the absolute picture of what a surgeon should be, a figure for agents to look up to, not condemn ) " you are holding back from something. " needle pierces fake skin, and he pulls the thread taut without looking. " there is no one else here. it is as close to a safe place as we can get right now. talk. "
➥ STATUS : CLOSED @doghoods ➥ FEATURING : AGENTEPSILON + AGENTBYTE
it's not often she visits the medical bay. as an intelligence agent, the worst injury she deals with is a papercut. ( call her retro if you must, she prefers seeing things out physically. helps with the headaches she's never gotten. ) " hey, got anything for migraines ? " yejide is not above faking an ailment for information. there's worse she's done to sate curiosity. " over-the-counter stuff never works for me, and natural remedies are failing. " not even a half second pause after her poor explanation before she jumps coyly into the real reason she's ventured so far away from intelligence. " those images that were shown... real weird right ? is any of that possible ? like, medically ? "