⤷ joshua's office

@† joshua hong Hyunjin hopped on the patients' bed as he stared around the familiar office, moving his legs as if he was riding a swing in the playground rather than having a medical examination. It wasn't like him to take things too seriously, especially people. He wasn't bothered about their degrees or lack of them, he would treat them just the same. "Fancy words you use doc. Not a Harvard student here. Also not a big fan of poetry either but I'll go ahead and take the 'possibly disregard your presence' part as you're my most favorite patient ever. Most handsome too." He stated, straightening his back as he wiggled his eyebrows playfully at the elder man, half pretending but half meaning what he said. There was nothing he loathed more than formalities, it wasn't really hard to tell since anyone who saw his unkempt appearance could tell that the human didn't own any prestigious kind of pedigree. However at his next question he couldn't pretend not to understand his words as he lifted an eyebrow in suspicion and rested his elbows on the bed so he was half laying on it half sitting.

"Josh, my man, are you hangin out with the weird interrogator guy lately or is it just my imagination? He told you to bait me, right?" He asked, suspecting there was someone else hiding behind the doctor's sudden interest of his lifestyle out of the blood farm.

@☩ hwang hyunjin Admittedly, Joshua does have a list of people he truly miss during his endless working days as a doctor. Though, his love may have come at the top of his list, there were a few other patients that strike the man's memory. Was Hyunjin in that same index of ranked numerals with their names etched in permanent pitch black ink? They were all arranged according to significance with a few patients he chose not to acknowledge for the time being.

Many of them had the knack for leaving an impression on him before or after their check-up's making this an indelible memory. It shouldn't hurt to feel a tad bit playful whenever the cards are laid in front of them. He had only a matter of execution and time for his persona to come to life in front of anyone. "I am quite uncertain. Although, with the number of patients I have under my wing I could possibly disregard your presence as well." Joshua sent the man a knowing smirk in return before returning his attention back from the wooden cabinets, taking the antiseptic and bandages from the compartment before walking back to aid his patient's needs. Using a white damp cloth, Joshua softly dabbed the messy decoration of who knows what occured from the man's daily adventures outside.

"Do entail me on your ventures out in the wild city outside. I'm quite positive each of your burning scars, pouring with an ounce of liberty hides a story behind them now don't they?"

Joshua wasn't fond of talking or delving into the livelihood of other people, wanting to keep the job quick as possible before the next arrives for their schedule appointment with him. Living for centuries and a hundred more in the same dull walls of his office gave him a rather boring impression against the freedom he once had. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to listen and reminisce on another person's perspective than that of his own despite the dangers it held. The man still viewed them an exciting scene.

@† joshua hong Maybe Wonwoo was wrong to assume that there'd be something different about Joshua Hong as a doctor. Certainly his visage had been striking, but just for a moment, and then the intrigue had faded away under the dull medical drone. Ugh. Toying mindlessly with his sleeves, his attention slowly began to wander as the other rifled through his files. (He didn't even look that organized.) It was too early in the game to be anything other than a good patient, but he wished they could just do something slightly more exciting than... whatever this was. Maybe he could make a mark against that pale cheek, or draw some patterns in red across the collarbone, or bite holes into those lips, or....

A lull in the speaking pulled him out of his thoughts, gaze shifting up from where he'd been staring somewhat distractedly at the way the vampire's mouth moved. "Feel? Dunno. Sleepy? Not sick?" Rotating through some answers, Wonwoo shrugged loosely. Whatever condition they had decided he had, it never affected his day to day living. --Or it usually didn't, anyways. It was just ever so slightly troublesome when he'd manage to hurt himself, which was becoming something of an unfortunately common occurrence lately. Who knew there'd be so many sharp objects lying around? It was as if they were trying to deliver things into the hunter's hands.

"--Look. If you don't want me here for that long, great. I don't wanna stay either." Heaving a great sigh, he tried again with a different approach. "It's easier if I just show you, right?" Those words were murmured, brushing against the other as he rose to reach for a pen on the desk just beyond where he was sitting. Then all it took was a quick against the back of his hand, an all too familiar motion that drew blood at the first attempt, bright red beads welling up immediately. "This is where I'm supposed to say ouch, right?"