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[semblant]

Who: Solomon Goldsmith (semblant) & various.
What: Catch all for September + October where I'm posting this halfway through the month just about.
When: Mid-sept onwards.
Where: Wherever.
Warning(s): Will be edited as needed.


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[semblant]

[His thumb extends and treads over his sideburn, flexing over the hair and lifting his head, though he's lingering far too close to claim innocence.]

Oh?

[Initially curious of what else he could use his abilities for...though using it for bad seems fairly straightforward. It's interesting nevertheless, but he's further intrigued by Law's roundabout implications of dabbling in mischief. A second hand lifts, testing the spot at his neck with the back of his hand -- a tender motion for the time being.]

So you're a life-long witch doctor because of your lineage? Strangely mundane, and yet...

[A shake of the head, purposely squaring his shoulders a bit just after.]

Lie back, won't you? I've drawn more blood than intended.

[kikoku]

[Law has kind of just been letting Solomon mess around up til now, because it hadn't required him to admit anything and felt sort of nice. As standoffish as he appears to be, Law's pretty touch starved and only works against himself in that respect.

That said, the directive to lie down gets his hackles up. That's a very vulnerable position, and Solomon definite isn't being not predatory. As far as blood being drawn, Law doesn't feel particularly more lightheaded than he thinks he should be.... any lightheadedness he thinks is coming from everything else that's going on. So he finally pushes Solomon away, still red in the face.]

I feel fine. Just disinfect the wound already, Solomon-ya.
[He's much more clipped in tone, all of a sudden.]

[semblant]

[Law's true nature, REVEALED. His shoulders slouch a bit -- he won't fight that denial, as he'd already done so once. Being pushy is an initial act, not something to prolong, though he did seem into it for a moment.]

As you wish.

[A hand extends, meant to receive an alcohol wipe, his other remains at his jaw, moving subtly, affectionate.]

[kikoku]

[He hands Solomon the wipe, and then immediately moves to pull that lingering hand away. He's rapidly regaining his All Business demeanor, which is frankly pretty audacious given how reactive he'd been not even two minutes ago.]

If I end up with some sort of infection I'm holding you responsible.
[Of course with his weird magic surgery it won't be something he can't easily fix, but maybe this is how weird finicky edgelords flirt? It's impossible to know.]

[semblant]

[He'll proceed to gingerly, naturally wipe away at that wound. Just tapping it once or twice -- it isn't a huge thing; noticeable for sure, doubly due to his antics, but nothing to write home about.]

Do I seem diseased to you?

[While folding the wipe over once, twice, setting it aside.]

You wouldn't have allowed me to linger for so long were that the case, I hope. And vice versa...

[He's smirking, but only a little.]

[kikoku]

First of all-
[Rather than risk more tomfoolery from Solomon, Law wisely deigns to apply the bandage to the wound on his own, luckily all the extra attention has left it very easy to sense where it is, so he can do it without seeing it.]

There are plenty of diseases that don't have outward physical symptoms. On top of that, it's entirely possible to be a carrier for a disease you yourself aren't susceptible to, either through anti-bodies or species limitations.
[Is he over explaining in order to avoid addressing the comment there? Yes. And now he's standing up, clearly ready to fucking peace out of this awkward situation.]

[semblant]

[There's the start of a chuckle and the only thing that rises with Law's sudden height are his eyes.]

You'll be happy to know, then, that nothing like that could hope to survive in my system for long. [He'll drum his fingers against the back of his Law's leg for good measure. Just once or twice before joining him in standing.] I can't recall the last time I've felt unwell.


...Should I anticipate another visit from you?

[He's moving away now, heading for Law's jacket to retrieve it for him, tryina be a good host even though he's probably scarred the dude for life.]

[kikoku]

I'm never happy. [Very dramatic.] But that's good to know, as far as investigating the sample you gave me.

[He doesn't even bother getting annoyed at the leg tap, his mind is already running through several theories as to how exactly it is that Solomon's body would be resistant to disease. More advanced antibodies? An ususual pH balance? Maybe it's dissapointing and is just magic, but he's interested in working out what the situation is, one way or another.]

... It's possible. I might need another sample. I'll let you know.
[It's an honest response, though there is a small part of the back of his brain that might have ulterior motives. Never mind that now.]

[semblant]

[Look...at least he's being a quasi-good host, fetching his things and such. Law is a total downer on the other hand, and while Solomon isn't good enough of a dude to piece together some vague plans to alter that state of mind (legally), he'd be DTF.

With science, or whatever. He's always wanted to die himself.]

Only if it serves some purpose. I don't like being disappointed.