( some patients are more cooperative than others. guideau surely is not one of them. though she has agreed to sit here in the clinic rather than walk about as a vector of this mysterious plague, she’s none too pleased about being cooped up. shinobu’s bedside manner isn’t lacking by any means, but her efforts are wholly unappreciated, as guideau has clamped her mouth tightly shut, pointedly turning her face away from any angle the depressor approaches her from, not unlike an unruly animal. this isn’t to say she isn’t coughing, either; she merely has elected to let the blooms pile up, occasionally swallowing them down.
and when she finally relents— )
If you want to see what’s in my mouth so bad, here!
( she spits out the newest mouthful of flower petals she’s been holding in, a wet and bloody clump at least, thankfully, aimed at the floor. this triggers a whole new fit of coughing, doubled over with a hand over her mouth lest any errant medical tools find their way inside. )
all hands on deck
and when she finally relents— )
If you want to see what’s in my mouth so bad, here!
( she spits out the newest mouthful of flower petals she’s been holding in, a wet and bloody clump at least, thankfully, aimed at the floor. this triggers a whole new fit of coughing, doubled over with a hand over her mouth lest any errant medical tools find their way inside. )