Danii sat on a bench outside of the Aesculapium. She had planned on returning the book she ‘borrowed’ from Maikeru and to ask a few anatomy questions that had come up during her private studies. What she hadn't planned was for Maikeru to be away from the hospital for the day on some mission or errand or whatever. So, instead she took the opportunity to enjoy both the break from her studies and from the terrible weather that seemed to always plague Kumo. So, she sat outside of the hospital to eat her lunch while flipping through the book to casually look over various diagrams of the different systems of the body.
She seemed to be dressed for the nice weather. She wore a thin red hoodie unzipped over a black shirt and white shorts over black tights. She swung her boots as they hung just slightly above the ground. She took a bite of her sandwich and looked up from the book that had preoccupied almost all of her attention up to this moment. Whatever she seemed to be thinking about must be important, as she was definitely lost in her thoughts.
“Maybe that could work. But I'll have to ask Rei if she thinks the material will hold up…”
She stares off into the sky completely oblivious to the people walking down the street and in and out of the hospital.
She seemed to be dressed for the nice weather. She wore a thin red hoodie unzipped over a black shirt and white shorts over black tights. She swung her boots as they hung just slightly above the ground. She took a bite of her sandwich and looked up from the book that had preoccupied almost all of her attention up to this moment. Whatever she seemed to be thinking about must be important, as she was definitely lost in her thoughts.
“Maybe that could work. But I'll have to ask Rei if she thinks the material will hold up…”
She stares off into the sky completely oblivious to the people walking down the street and in and out of the hospital.
Kiri ticked off the list as he made his way out of the clinic. The neighbourhood physician saw him out and even gave a gratitude gift in the form of a bento. He'd known Fuji-sensei since his younger years - from the stern mentor to the hearty conversationist. As usual, he had dropped by for the monthly visit which was a blessing according to the man. Ever since he started at the medical branch, he had always volunteered for the field work, going to clinics as far as the outskirts at Port Cirrus to check for medical records, assist in medical missions, or take notes for supply requests so that the Aesculapium could process them in haste. Wouldn't want to have an outbreak due to oversight.