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Exciting times with routine medical checkup, featuring Siva and Narya being absolutely thrilled, and that’s even before they got to know each other more, which means them getting 1000% more annoyed with each other.

This time with a small writing snippet! Semi related to the picture, because I got distracted thinking about blood pressure tests during drawing. I generally have a blood pressure of a corpse and arms not very big, so half the time the meter doesn't even detect anything :l Fun times. Anyway pls enjoy my wonky grammar.

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“You said you had a training right before this?” the doctor asked while examining him through the intricate looking lenses.

“Yes,” Narya, now seated on the examination table, nodded. “With master Angus.”

“Endurance management I assume,” the doctor said, writing down notes from the measurement without looking back up at Narya.

“I… think so,” Narya replied. He wasn’t actually sure how it was called, but this seemed close enough.

“The fish flow is pretty low compared to your usual numbers, but if I didn’t have those it would be hardly noticeable, going by the numbers others generally have. Seems like they were right to get you into that group.”

Narya frowned in anticipation of another monologue of how useful his powers were for whatever purpose the masters needed him. It always started with something like this.

“You don’t like being there?” the doctor asked instead, raising his eyes from the notes.

“I- it’s my first week there,” Narya stuttered, confused by the doctor’s words being something different than he expected. “I’m just not used to those being more difficult than the trainings we had until now…”

The doctor’s question surprised him. The masters, save for Cornelius, barely asked him if he liked anything. And if he said that he didn’t, it hardly mattered to the masters anyway. Cornelius would start explaining why none of it actually mattered, but it didn’t make much sense. Still, as a result of that Narya now barely thought about if he did or didn’t like anything. It seemed to be what the masters expected from him.

“You will need what you learn there to be able to keep up out in the city,” the doctor said. “The places you will be sent to are decided according to your abilities, so you will be expected to handle a harder load than some other soldiers.”

“I know,” Narya replied, though he was aware that he frowned even more, with his fingers digging deeper into the leather of the examination table. He didn’t want to have things more difficult than others. He wasn’t sure if he could manage that.

The doctor observed his reaction with a blank expression. With how cold and distant the doctor’s behavior otherwise seemed it took Narya a while to realize that he actually did respond, by making a pause for him to recover.

“I’m sorry,” Narya mumbled, turning his eyes towards the ground.

“I’m not the one you should apologize to,” the doctor objected. “You’re going get yourself hurt or worse if you don’t follow what the masters are trying to teach you.”

Narya gulped as he quickly caught on what was the doctor suggesting.

What a strange doctor. There was something about the odd combination of the casual, almost indifferent tone, and the stern look he was giving him, that left Narya confused. Then again, at least it didn’t make him angry like any time with Cornelius lately.

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Exciting times with routine medical checkup, featuring Siva and Narya being absolutely thrilled, and that’s even before they got to know each other more, which means them getting 1000% more annoyed with each other.

This time with a small writing snippet! Semi related to the picture, because I got distracted thinking about blood pressure tests during drawing. I generally have a blood pressure of a corpse and arms not very big, so half the time the meter doesn't even detect anything :l Fun times. Anyway pls enjoy my wonky grammar.

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“You said you had a training right before this?” the doctor asked while examining him through the intricate looking lenses.

“Yes,” Narya, now seated on the examination table, nodded. “With master Angus.”

“Endurance management I assume,” the doctor said, writing down notes from the measurement without looking back up at Narya.

“I… think so,” Narya replied. He wasn’t actually sure how it was called, but this seemed close enough.

“The fish flow is pretty low compared to your usual numbers, but if I didn’t have those it would be hardly noticeable, going by the numbers others generally have. Seems like they were right to get you into that group.”

Narya frowned in anticipation of another monologue of how useful his powers were for whatever purpose the masters needed him. It always started with something like this.

“You don’t like being there?” the doctor asked instead, raising his eyes from the notes.

“I- it’s my first week there,” Narya stuttered, confused by the doctor’s words being something different than he expected. “I’m just not used to those being more difficult than the trainings we had until now…”

The doctor’s question surprised him. The masters, save for Cornelius, barely asked him if he liked anything. And if he said that he didn’t, it hardly mattered to the masters anyway. Cornelius would start explaining why none of it actually mattered, but it didn’t make much sense. Still, as a result of that Narya now barely thought about if he did or didn’t like anything. It seemed to be what the masters expected from him.

“You will need what you learn there to be able to keep up out in the city,” the doctor said. “The places you will be sent to are decided according to your abilities, so you will be expected to handle a harder load than some other soldiers.”

“I know,” Narya replied, though he was aware that he frowned even more, with his fingers digging deeper into the leather of the examination table. He didn’t want to have things more difficult than others. He wasn’t sure if he could manage that.

The doctor observed his reaction with a blank expression. With how cold and distant the doctor’s behavior otherwise seemed it took Narya a while to realize that he actually did respond, by making a pause for him to recover.

“I’m sorry,” Narya mumbled, turning his eyes towards the ground.

“I’m not the one you should apologize to,” the doctor objected. “You’re going get yourself hurt or worse if you don’t follow what the masters are trying to teach you.”

Narya gulped as he quickly caught on what was the doctor suggesting.

What a strange doctor. There was something about the odd combination of the casual, almost indifferent tone, and the stern look he was giving him, that left Narya confused. Then again, at least it didn’t make him angry like any time with Cornelius lately.

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