( a doctor's fee. the last time he saw a doctor had been--what, years ago, barring the interactions he's had with garaki with the whole of the league there with him, and barring the awkward, amusing moment he'd had upon first arrival in this place, being nagged to visit one of the nurse stations. even then, he'd been warned that his body was a fragile thing: that continuing to use his quirk would only make it fall apart, that it was likely he wouldn't even survive another month alive, like this. there hadn't been any fee to pay then, likely because they had wanted to use him for other purposes; there hadn't been any fee, when kajiyama had taken care of him in the resort, either.
and rather than chips or credits or some sort of physical payment, he wants to look at him? who the hell ever wants to look at him?
there's a hard swallow, but he forces his expression not to shift. lazy in its amusement, he lets his gaze fall down to where esi's hand sits on his bare chest, a pretty pale hand marked out against damaged and healthy skin alike. with one of his own, he lifts up, covers the back of esi's hand with his palm and gently pries it away. not because he dislikes the touch, but because it's in the way. )
You think I'm attractive. ( he says it slowly, as though it's a little funny--in all honesty, it's more that he can feel another mouthful of blood, threatening to build up in the back of his throat, and he's trying to swallow it down. ) That's cute.
( his gaze lifting, he keeps it on esi's face--even as his own hands slide down, tugging at the waist of his pants and underwear, peeling them down his hips and his thighs until he can scrape them off at the heels of his feet and leave the material in a pile on the floor. sitting naked on esi's bed doesn't bother him: not like he hadn't seen this much of him the first time. )
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and rather than chips or credits or some sort of physical payment, he wants to look at him? who the hell ever wants to look at him?
there's a hard swallow, but he forces his expression not to shift. lazy in its amusement, he lets his gaze fall down to where esi's hand sits on his bare chest, a pretty pale hand marked out against damaged and healthy skin alike. with one of his own, he lifts up, covers the back of esi's hand with his palm and gently pries it away. not because he dislikes the touch, but because it's in the way. )
You think I'm attractive. ( he says it slowly, as though it's a little funny--in all honesty, it's more that he can feel another mouthful of blood, threatening to build up in the back of his throat, and he's trying to swallow it down. ) That's cute.
( his gaze lifting, he keeps it on esi's face--even as his own hands slide down, tugging at the waist of his pants and underwear, peeling them down his hips and his thighs until he can scrape them off at the heels of his feet and leave the material in a pile on the floor. sitting naked on esi's bed doesn't bother him: not like he hadn't seen this much of him the first time. )
And now, doctor?