//<<Waiting in my>>//..R.E.D. & W.H.I.T.E. Room..

[Tsubasa]

Sigh...

Placing down his clipboard, the doctor wiped his dark brown hair out of his face and walked slowly over to his seat, then proceeded in pleasurably falling back into it with a 'plop'. This time the man sighed with relief, oozing himself into a snug position, aching from todays work. Yes, being a doctor was hard, even if it was only students who were his patients. They're the worst of them, by the way. Broken legs from falling out of trees, bruises and black eyes from disordered fights, colds and sicknesses from staying out too late. They just kept coming and coming. The fox man really wondered when they would run out of injuries and sicknesses.

Sighing once more, as if this was a habit of his, Taki removed his small glasses and placed them on the desk next to him. Leaning back in his chair, he prepared himself for an afternoon nap, before he realized he was forgetting something. Groaning, as that light-bulb went off in his head, he got up from his comfy position and groggily went over to the door of the infirmary. Opening it, he turned the paper sign that was placed on the outside of it to what was once 'Open' to 'Closed'. Much like a store sign, eh?

It might as well have been a store. People coming and going in this place almost like they were purchasing help from him. Ah well, this was what he loved to do anyway. Especially that while he treated them he got to crack some awesome jokes.

.....

Even though they seemed to not get of them...

....

But that was probably because the jokes were far too superior for their brain power to process. Yeah, that. Well, now that he had everything settled, it was time to bounce back to his resting place. Skipping over to his chair, the fox once again cushioned himself into the snug seat and closed his eyes, readying himself for a particularly long nap...

Undisturbed, he hoped...

[Yuki]

"I wonder if a paper cut is good enough for Dr. Taki."

There was a sigh and a smirk before the smooth voice was spoken again. "He wouldn't mind, I bet. He's always... happy to see me, isn't he?" Any guesses on who this was? That's right: Demetrio Bevoretti, in the flesh. Normally, Demetrio would never come in here for only a bandaid, seeing as though the doctor had other "looks on life" as well. And so what if it was illegal?

So far the two hadn't been caught. But nonetheless, this visit was serious... kind of. You see, Demetrio had been looking through a few papers when he manged to get a paper cut on one of his fingers. Normally, he would've just ignored it, but after seeing the large amount of blood on his finger, he figured that it would be good to go see the doctor anyway.

And here he was. But there was something wrong... the sign that normally said "Open" now... wasn't saying "Open".

"Closed? That won't do any good now, would it?"

With a slight smirk, the Italian began to open the door, but stopped himself. No, that was... wrong. Maybe Dr. Taki was actually doing something he'd not have the History teacher see. So instead, he merely knocked on the door three times, and waited.

[Tsubasa]

UGHH...

Oh fuck no.

Sighing, the doctor's once closed eyes opened begrudgingly. Hearing the knocking clear and well, he almost went into an inner tantrum. Getting up from his seat slowly, all he could think about right now was 'who is so stupid as to annoy me when there is an EFFING CLOSED SIGN on my door?!'. Fate didn't seem to like him at all. Nope, not one bit. Kissing that almost sweet nap goodbye, Taki walked over to the door and opened it with much force. A monstrous look was plastered to his face as he twitched with anger.

"Oi! Can you read or what??! It says cl-"

Blink

The Japanese man stared face to face with non other than his good 'friend' Demetrio. Ah, so that's who it was.

"Oh, Dem-kun, it's just you." He chuckled, sighing a bit too. "I'm kind of trying to get.some.sleep." Twitch. "here. But, if it's you, I'm sure I can help."

A sly look was seating on his face, knowing full and well what the Italian man was here for. The only thing he was ever here for. And as much as Taki appreciated that, he was extremely fatigued from todays work. But....that never seemed to stop the teacher.

And once again, he sighed.




* Oi = Hey... But I'm sure you figured that one out. ;D

[Yuki]

Demetrio raised an eyebrow at the doctor's expression, curious to what was the matter. Well, his eyes were red and slightly strained, and so was the look on his face. Was the poor doctor sleepy? Needed a nap? Well, the Italian supposed that he could get a break.
...
Nah.

With a grin, he moved into the room as soon as Taki recognized it was him. He always did that, simply initiating the move when he wanted it. And this time, it meant just going into the Doctor's room without any permission. But of course, he would be given permission; after all, they were 'friends', weren't they? Oh yes, the closet a 'friend' could possibly get to another friend. "Ah, Taki, I'm sorry I disturbed your sleep. It won't happen again, I promise."

Again, the wicked grin flashed across his face, stating that this was probably just false words. "But you know," he started, "I do have a legitimate reason to be here..." With that, he held up the bleeding finger, and his grin turned into a pout. "You see, I was looking through a few papers and I manged to get a bit of a papercut... you have a bandaid for this, don't you?"

The history teacher paused for a moment and started to speak again before the Japanese man in front of him got a chance to speak. "Or, if you don't have a bandaid, I'm sure you have something else that can stop the bleeding, hmm?"

[Tsubasa]

....

The doctor raised an eyebrow rather sarcastically.

"A paper-cut? Oh you poor dear, I wonder how that happened."

Rolling his eyes, he took the injured finger and inspected it, noticing that there wasn't that much blood so it wasn't really a big deal at all. Not taking his eyes off of it, he continued his talk.

"But I thought you had band-aids, my good friend...or..."

His eyes raised up to meet the Italian's.

"Perhaps you came here for more 'special' care."

Taki chuckled, and raised the finger to his mouth, licking off the blood. Stopping, he dropped the hand and then walked over to the door, proceeding to shut it with a large 'SLAM!'. After that, he wiped his hands together and looked at Demetrio with a rather bored look.

"I don't have much time, or patience for that matter, so you better make this good, Dem-kun."

He walked over slowly, wrapping his pale arms around the other's neck, smiling.

(oh god oh god oh god this sucked so terribly much im so sorry DX)

[Yuki]

Demetrio shrugged slightly at the doctor's shrewd comment. "I was handling some test papers and i cut myself. It happens all the time but it normally doesn't keep bleeding." Again, he showed the finger to the man.

"And I don't keep band-aids, Taki, or else I wouldn't be here, so can you give me a--" He suddenly smirked as the doctor took the Italian's finger in his mouth. "Or you can do that," he finished, still with that little smirk on his face. Of course this was what he was expecting, but he said nothing and let the silly man finish his job.

He watched with careful eyes as Taki went over to close the door, watching him move the whole time. "You know I always do good," he said as the doctor wrapped his arms around him. Wasting no more time, Demetrio smashed his lips onto Taki's, reclaiming territory that he hadn't had in what seemed like the longest time (a week).

His arms snaked around to Taki's ass, and just as he squeezed it he heard a knock at the door. He jumped, immediately pulling away from the doctor and swearing.

"Dammit, doesn't that door say 'CLOSED'?" He groaned slightly. "Look," he started, running a hand through his hair, "just tell him you're busy, and I'll go hide... y'know, in case it's the Headmistress or something."

And with that, he took one glance around the room and picked the closet as his spot. He hopped in and almost slammed the door shut, but made sure that he could see at least who was going to come in.

{ooc;; merrrrrr}

[Tsubasa]

The Nihonjin smiled deviously as the other man wrapped his arms around him.

"Of course you do good, or else I wouldn't let you into my office, ばかよ." With that he accepted the firm and delicious kiss that was presented on his lips, deepening it with his tongue that infiltrated the Italian cavern. Taki was about to make a comment about that vile hand on his ass, when he nearly jumped at the knock. Feeling the need to punch something in the face, he resisted since that would mean an unconscious partner, so he just growled and mumbled some Japanese profanities under his breath. Stomping over to the door, he slammed it open in a quick swift motion and glared at the godforsaken abomination presented in front of him. Ah, of course, what he stared at was another one of those hindrances to the modern human's brain, so he raised his eyebrows with a sneer.

"Yerami-san's younger brother, is it? What.Is.It.NOW?! も、うるさいでしょ！きっそー！でめ。。。”