Post by Sayvahn on Dec 24, 2015 18:15:06 GMT
Open to Medivha
For the love of all that was holy. Savyahn maneuvered past the people, fingers twitching in slight anger as he passed group after group. It was a typical day, but apparently everyone in the whole blasted city was out and about for some unholy reason. Rolling his eyes, Sayvahn rested one of his gloved hands on his arm, pressing down on the coat fabric as if to gauge how much pressure the d***ed injury needed to hurt. To think that the mangy skank would actually bite him! He had just been teasing her. Dabbing bit after bit of the makeup onto her cheek. He couldn’t help it. She looked so nice with the makeup, but she absolutely hated it all. Anyway, at one point, she latched onto his arm and for the life of him would not get off. Like a fish on a line. Or a piranha. Piranha seemed a better description.
And thus why he was rushing to the doctor. This one came recommended, but still, he was unsure. Especially as the bite seemed to itch. Oh god, he was going to die, wasn’t he? Die due to stupidity and a girl that didn’t believe in hygiene. God, he wanted to smoke, but leaving Corey in charge of the barber shop any more then he had to was a bad idea. The poor boy could not be trusted with anything for long. Turning into the alleyway, he continued until he almost saw the ports, and ah, there it was. A quaint place, with flowers. How charming, except it made him cringe. This better not be weird flower remedy place. If it was, he was going to die. Surely. He didn’t even bother knocking as he entered the premises.
“I heard there’s a doctor in the house. Tell me doc, how long do I have to live?” Savyahn grumbled, knowing his forced entry was not going to be welcomed, but at least it would get the other’s attention, and oh lord. Looking around, it was one of those weird flower remedy places. Herbs clung everywhere it was more wooded then something out of a fairtyle. Either this person was a crazy good crack job or a horribly bad crack job. Either one would frankly work out well but, oh jeez. There were moving lumps everywhere. Cats, it seemed. Great. Just great. More pesky things to come and bite him in the bum. That was it. He was going to die. “Oh lord. Should I just make my casket now? Or should I just lie down in a ditch somewhere?” He inquired rather loudly, crossing his arms.