[Alter note: borrow Cashian temporarily since Jez is angsting too much already
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[Character POV: Cashian]
Doctor is not on his room by the time I get back to give him a report. Frankly speaking, I'm not surprised at all. Being his assistant for many years right now, I'd known better than to expect him sitting quietly in his room and let me handed the effort of my hardwork all day (i.e mostly spying on a dangerous someone). But noooooo, doctor would definitely going somewhere either stirring for trouble or already stumbled into one, sometimes both of it at once. but I really shouldn't surprise either, the rare occasion when he would sitting
quietly in his room is the time when he does a research about 'horrible chemical/medical invention' and or (don't asks me how he'd get idea about inventing special 'beauty potion' and actually made those girls
drink it)
Sometimes I wishes to work under a normal person. But I reminded myself, a
normal person wouldn't be able to give me a body of an adult. As much as I dislike Delilah, I must admit their advanced knowledge and their best medical staff (though not thoroughly
sane). I was joyous upon knowing I would placed under a
doctor, thinking I could goaded this genious doctor into giving information how to cure my peculiar state of growth or better yet invented it himself.
I had, of course, not expecting that this 'one of Delilah's best research-doctor' would be a damned 'looking-for-trouble' little brat.
Gritting my teeth, I slammed my report on his desk. I'd rather not think he's going somewhere dangerous. Okay, that would meant nearly anywhere, what could you expect? this building is full of dangerous being that could made half of Delilah's member looks like original thugs (and
that's saying something). Before this, I'd think that most horrible evening for him is having to have dinner in the same table with Gladstone on one of Delilah's occasion--that guy is just damn creepy, he keeps leering at him every second and even trying to rubbing his foot with his (unfortunately, he rubs my foot instead and experience a
good, and hard kick everyone know he deserves). It's fascinating how he'd turned purple and spent the rest of mealtime glaring at me for that (Hmph. Lucky for that bastard, I'd still need my fork at that time).
Okay, stop nostalging, Cashian. Before this you had thought that most horrible event that could happen to him is to meet Gladstone (alone and unsupervised) or being poisoned by that Earl or being whipped again by his father--which usually led to major angsting..
oh yeah, he sometimes likes to go to the rooftop. Maybe I could check that first. Swinging my foot to corridor, I walk all the way to elevator and hit the button.
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the host club is not open yet, but it's useless to ask anyway. I doubt they'll notice even if the a war broke out at their floor--they simply didn't stirred until 6 PM. Sighing, I ascended the stairs, the doctor better be up there, I don't fancy the thought of exploring this building looking for him.
there isn't anybody here. Shit.
"Figures, just DAMNED FIGURES!!!!" since when he will make my life easier?
"what exactly figures, Cashian?" a very familiar voice resounding from....up a tree?
I squinted my eyes, "doctor?"
"who else you expecting?" He asks nonchalantly. As if everyone expects to find a 26 years old would fancy climbs a tree to spent his evening on.
"well, what are you doing up there?" I glared at him. He should be at several floors down there, reading my report, and not doing this kind of childish behavior.
Nearly a minute passed before he finally answered, "....nothing"
Spoiled brat! I gritted my teeth, "we should be down there, to..." I stopped short
"...to?" Yes, I'm not mistaken. He used
that tone. I wonder what he'd do to upsetting the Cardmaster this time. I squinted my eyes, yes, he looks exhausted indeed.
"Nevermind." the report could wait for later. "what are you doing up there anyway?"
He could refuse to answer as he wants, but the birds chirping has provide enough answer to me. I'm more relieved to hear that, at least I know now he's not going insane. "Is she okay?"
"....I think so, she would be able to fly again soon", his voice is a mixture of emotion
"oh...that's good" I replied, but can't help the thought that suddenly occured in my mind.
Doctor is very much like a crippled bird...unable to spread their wings and attain freedom. could only saw the blue sky with longing and feel helpless. the birds have doctor to help them, but who can help
him? As long he's still in Cardmaster clutches he'll never heal, only gets worse and worse. Slowly dying. Painfully.
This world is cruel indeed.
I wonder if that makes him suicidal as he is. Knowing that nothing he could hope for.
"I'll prepared your dinner in your room now, Doctor," I say loudly making sure he'll hear me properly this time, "and I expected you'll be
inside your room when I get back from the kitchen"
"I'm not a
kid, Cashian." He still sounds driftedlike but I noted the edge on his voice.
"Of course you
aren't,"
Damn hell, you are I started walking toward the stairs, "so I could expect you would want eating your dinner on a table
properly instead up a tree, now couldn't I?"
I descended the stairs.
Sometimes I wish to work under a normal person. But sometimes, I don't
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