[ dito may have something to say, but midori doesn't care much for his complaints. with a certain collar snapped around his neck, he shouldn't make too much fuss. the smell of burning flesh might make some uneasy, but to others it's an alluring aphrodisiac, and when it comes to that feral animal in his room, it was fitting.
slowly, he guides nanami with him, keeping her by his side, kind and gentle with how he handles her. reminding himself of her pulse and her actions, making sure that she's aware of their conversation so it doesn't seem against her will.
his interest does come to the state of her body, the minor inconvenience of an incompleted code that begs to be filled, and the kind doctor that he is can do just that.
midori's path leads them to the door of his room, and with one hand frees, swift hands dig into his pocket to pull out a keyring between his fingers. spinning them, the main key he needs flies up first, and grabbing it perfectly before it hits his fingers; he sticks the key into the hole, unlocking the door with a soft click.
it comes open, room clean, and he's grateful the light scent of blood is no longer noticeable. ]
Welcome to my humble abode.
[ the resident he's living with has a messy bed, but the other is clean, and taken care of with new bed sheets and pillows.
[ His warmer then one might expect, with calloused but soft enough, and she thinks that such careful handling means that his hand will always slip into another's easily. It feels natural in her own, the guiding hand of a professional that specializes in aiding others. Tsumiki was much the same way, but with a far less confident demeanor. But she looks up at him as they go along, and it's easy to see that this is a person who can put anyone at ease. ]
Sorry for the intrusion.
[ Nanami is mindful of her manners at least. She let's her eyes scan the length of the room. It's clean and well kept, unlike her own little space where this and that is left out, and a fragrance that lingers in the room - sandalwood, vanilla, and almond milk mixed with hints of floral flavors meant to mimic the scent of cherry blossom. It seems likely that someone had lit a candle recently, definitely Ranger in an effort to mask the lingering smell of harsh chemicals. It's a nice scent for a comfortable looking bedroom, far more homely than the study room. ]
[ he's not, though, given ranger's work of success, it's up to par with his standards, and nothing amiss to ward anyone off. if one's bedroom isn't inhabitable, no one will come visit, or request the help of a doctor if they can't keep a decent living space. it is difficult with dito, but hopefully he won't cause as many problems with a collar around his neck. he glances around to check if that tyrant is even in the room, useless as he can be which ranger was right to say, but he's starting to impress midori.
just by not being here is a gold star. ]
What scent stands out to you?
[ slowly he brings her over to his best, a splayed hand brushing out any wrinkles that stand out to him before drawing his hand back. please sit. ]
[ Anyone who's passed by this room before would be surprised, you can't tell me that nasty smell wasn't leaking into the hallway. ]
Hmm... I didn't really expect this to be your room.
[ But if she thinks about it, it was probably just her imagination before. It makes sense for a person who puts such care into his appearance and carries himself with grace to have an equally tidy room. Sonia was the same way. Her cabin was sophisticated, beautiful and elegant without being gaudy. Midori strikes her as the type who might appreciate that aesthetic.
She sits down on the bed when prompted, bumping her knees together and letting the soles of her slippers touching pressing against the floor. She rests her hands in her lap, tilting her head back to look up to him. ]
Umm... Sandalwood, Vanilla, and I think... Rose...?
[ It's in the middle notes, but she misses the cherry blossom scent that the mixture of scents is supposed to create. Maybe that's because it's artificial, or maybe it's faded enough, or perhaps it's just that she's not terribly familiar with it. ]
It's been for a few days, Dito is normally the one who occupies it.
[ which yeah, now it really is surprising.
before, it reeked of blood, from red stains in the carpet, and a painting on the wall of who knows what— midori's roommate is a neanderthal, a primitive species of man that only works off instincts. there's not anything happening in that skull of his, but it's a shame it's filled with rattling bolts and cobwebs, and if he was to cut along the crown of his head, he finds that dust may just shoot out. that's how long it's been since he's used that brain of his. ]
In that order then... The first one is important, because it's what you picked up immediately. Sandalwood is great for aromatherapy, it's able to calm your mind, and has sedative effects that are perfect for those with insomnia.
[ she has no trouble sleeping, but that means that scent will help her relax and doze faster. it's almost fitting, he finds, as he offers a gentle smile while watching her facial expression, and then her body to see if she leans to one side, or the other. it'll tell him that she's ready to lay down, or she may just fall asleep sitting up, and if that's the case, he'll have to ease her down, but that'll happen if needed. ]
[ Dito... There's no response to the name given, and that should be enough to signfiy that shes' not familiar with the other individual who resides in this room. Ignorance isn't the same as ignoring though, nor is it stupidity, and so she can gather both that the owner is an unsavory character and that some change had occurred with Midori's entry both at once. She withholds judgment, but the cogs in her mind turn and churn out questions.
They don't last long. Nanami's attention is easily grabbed by his lecture. Sandalwood is a scent that she's fond of, and it seems to make more sense when he offers the practical uses for it. It's said that a person who believes themselves to be drinking liquor will act drunk, to the point of impairing their own memory retention in n effort to mimic the expectation, and so it should com as no surprise when the mention of insomnia leads to a small yawn and rubbing her eyes, wth the way her gaze immediately returns to him promising neither to be the result of boredom. ]
Mmn... I don't have any trouble falling asleep, but it's a calming scent.
[ It's an agreement. It would be hard to miss how easily she tires. It's not quite as bad as it once was, but Nanami still naps often enough during the day. ]
What about the other two?
[ She is leaning a little bit to left, toward the pillows on the bed, though it seems she's making a conscious effort to stay awake now. ]
[ it's true sandalwood being the first will help her be at ease, as for the others, midori answers one by one to make sure she understands each scent, and how they help the human body. for vanilla, it's normally a pure substance, plain as it comes, but people know it as a piece of innocence, pure white in color. it wouldn't be too far off from saying that she too resembles that glow in a calming category; vanilla has the ability to do that too. it tickles the endorphins, and by doing that... ]
Vanilla helps stimulate your happy hormones.
[ then again, they say being by someone positive is quite infections. even midori can help with his personality, but with the extra kick of vanilla which helps them feel more satisfied with where they are. inside of another person's room can be quite nerve wracking, especially if they know dito, and he has to note that ranger's choice in scents are actually helpful for the occasion. ]
Aside from feeling sleepy, would you say there's a positive feeling that wafts over you. Like a blanket no less!
[ Happy hormones... It takes her a bit of consideration, as she's far from knowledgeable in the field, but through her interactions with Tsumiki she had managed to pick up a few things here and there. She was shy even when discussing her field of expertise, but it was always easy to see the way that she brightened when a person showed interest in her explanations. She was a person who wanted to be acknowledged and depended on by others, and being their source of information might have been one way of doing so. ]
That's serotonin, right?
[ There's oxytocin too, she recalls, which was associated with social interactions. It's supposed to be good to hug people for that reason, though Nanami isn't one to show much in the way of physical affection. It's not that she minds or won't reciprocate, but rather that she hasn't been socialized well enough to think to do so. ]
It's easy to relax in here, [ She agrees, ] Though I'm ont supposed to say that about being in a boy's room... Probably.
[ Nanami says this without much concern. It's something her teacher had impressed, and she's far from ignorant as to why, but this is a touch different from the island. Midori is closer to a teacher, she thinks, than a hormonal teenage boy. He can behave himself. If she had a concept of family to draw upon, it might remind her more of being doted on by an older brother. ]
Mhm! Just like rolling in a gacha, and praying for your favorite character.
[ which serotonin is nice in a difficult game, or any game as long as they're able to obtain the character they're after. normally the harder, the scarier, and obtaining their desirable outcome — the serotonin is good. it makes them feel grateful, happy, the fact that they can enjoy finally, and cast away all their pain. smelling vanilla will do it better than gacha though, considering one bad roll will send a person in a spiral, but the scent of something simple helps much more; but that's more for people who enjoy the simpler things in life. ]
Don't think of this as a common bedroom, it's more of an... office! It's where I'll be doing all my medical work until I find a better place to relocate.
[ which is true, it's better to do things behind closed doors than open to the world where they'll see. his fingers curl into his hand, nails digging gently into the palm as he's excited from the thought. he looks towards the window now, contemplating, before turning back towards his patient. ]
Would you like the window open? [ nature is also one of the world's scents that cause someone to relax, but for someone who almost fell asleep standing up, he's surprised she's still awake even now. ]
[ It's like when you roll rock gacha hundreds of times to get the new rock and then finally get it. ]
Oh, like a home office.
[ That makes sense to her, though it seems as though it might be difficult to have people coming and going out of one's personal space, but then it's not often that people are in need of care here. It is a little strange, though, that he wouldn't use the nurse's office given that. Akari seems amenable to others using her space, and she leaves early enough in the evening to leave the space free.
There's a thoughtful look, and her eyes flick down, but her line of thought is disrupted by the sudden change in subject, and it shifts to one of faint concern. ]
You won't get too cold?
[ It is still winter, after all. It's a time of year when one wants to lock doors and windows tight to keep every last bit of warmth in the room, curl up under layers of covers to hold in even their own body heat. But rooms get stuffy, and air stagnates, and sometimes one has to open a window and tolerate the chill for the sake of bringing in fresh air. ]
[ he wouldn't know, he would never spend on rock gacha when he's surrounded by people who are like rocks.
it's the guard dog that makes it easy to maintain who comes through and who doesn't, but it's to show that he's able to work with what he has. a bedroom is easy enough, tending to someone too, as long as he's capable, it shows through his actions. if his patients start to grow large in number, then he'll have to relocate properly. the nurse's office would be the best space, but he values patience too. he can play. ]
No, don't worry about me. [ she can trust him, because it's said like scout's honor. ] This space is to take care of my patience. With the scents within the room, the outdoors can do the same. Snow destroys all disease and illness, burning it away under its cool touch. It's just as pure as vanilla.
[ it's still on topic, especially because he's tending to her. that, and he wonders how her blood flow will react to the change in temperature. it's warm here, all around the dormitory, but with a breeze, does her body act any different? ]
You'll catch a cold if you're out in the snow for too long... I think.
[ Though she's not quite certain on that point. Her entire existence was, after all, spent on a tropical island. But the idea of catching cold from rain or snow is nothing more than an old wive's tale anyway, witht he true concern being hypothermia. But they can agree on the purity of snow. She had been amazed by how lovely the sight of a blanket of snow on the ground had been, pure white and sparkling under the sunlight, but also by how quickly it was dirtied by dirt and dust as people stomped over it. ]
A little bit of fresh air should be okay.
[ Perhaps Nanami is like a pot of water that's being watched, as she does well to keep awake while conversing him. She blinks rapidly and rubs her eyes here and there, but sleep doesn't quite take her. She's like a pot full of water on the stove, and it won't be until Midori turns to open the window that she'll start to doze off properly (likely in the middle of him saying something,) and by time he turns back around he'll find that she did, in fact, fall asleep sitting up.
Unlike the two Floormasters in the school, who may choose whether or not they show any signs of the cold depending on whether or not it benefits them to do so, Nannami was only ever designed to interact with warm climates. Her body is completely unresponsive when confronted with the cool, crisp winter air. ]
[ so the cool air sends her to sleep? how interesting, some people can hardly handle it, but to see that she's dozed off properly, midori smiles. it's simple, an easy way to calm her down, and he walks over to her body to investigate the female. she seems calm, trapped in her own world.
he crouches down, looking up at her as he looks at the way she sleeps in this position. she's a concept that isn't complete, he can see the flaws here and there, and part of him feels like unfinished works are no good. if he had his laptop, he could run a diagnostic on her, figure out where her code has a stopper. why she isn't as free as she should be while being in a place like this — if it's purgatory, nothing should hold her back anymore, but that doesn't seem to be the case. in her world, they left her this way?
it's with gentle hands that he places them on her shoulders, leaning her towards the bed so that she can lay properly. if he manages to do just that, he'll reach for the covers to pull them over her as well. jotting down information he gets from this without his computer will be a start. ]
It really is strange. To watch her and speak with her, it's clear that she's designed to be able to interact with others. There's too many things that are missing, too many little things that don't quite fit neatly. It screams of an incomplete product, or perhaps just one that was only ever intended to exist in extremely specific circumstances. She's more human than Maple in demeanor, perceptive and going through a normal range of emotion and gestures, but limited on certain tops. It's a shame that he can't look at her code, really.
But for now he'll find that she twitches and mumbles a little when he touches her, not quite in a deep enough sleep to be unresponsive, and she'll instinctively pull her legs up onto the bed as she's pressed down, hugging the pillow and curling in on herself a little as she shifts into a more comfortable sleeping position. It's no different than watching a normal teenage girl in the first stages of sleep, still light and not quite yet dreaming. ]
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[ dito may have something to say, but midori doesn't care much for his complaints. with a certain collar snapped around his neck, he shouldn't make too much fuss. the smell of burning flesh might make some uneasy, but to others it's an alluring aphrodisiac, and when it comes to that feral animal in his room, it was fitting.
slowly, he guides nanami with him, keeping her by his side, kind and gentle with how he handles her. reminding himself of her pulse and her actions, making sure that she's aware of their conversation so it doesn't seem against her will.
his interest does come to the state of her body, the minor inconvenience of an incompleted code that begs to be filled, and the kind doctor that he is can do just that.
midori's path leads them to the door of his room, and with one hand frees, swift hands dig into his pocket to pull out a keyring between his fingers. spinning them, the main key he needs flies up first, and grabbing it perfectly before it hits his fingers; he sticks the key into the hole, unlocking the door with a soft click.
it comes open, room clean, and he's grateful the light scent of blood is no longer noticeable. ]
Welcome to my humble abode.
[ the resident he's living with has a messy bed, but the other is clean, and taken care of with new bed sheets and pillows.
...
he needed them. ]
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Sorry for the intrusion.
[ Nanami is mindful of her manners at least. She let's her eyes scan the length of the room. It's clean and well kept, unlike her own little space where this and that is left out, and a fragrance that lingers in the room - sandalwood, vanilla, and almond milk mixed with hints of floral flavors meant to mimic the scent of cherry blossom. It seems likely that someone had lit a candle recently, definitely Ranger in an effort to mask the lingering smell of harsh chemicals. It's a nice scent for a comfortable looking bedroom, far more homely than the study room. ]
Oh... It smells nice in here.
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[ he's not, though, given ranger's work of success, it's up to par with his standards, and nothing amiss to ward anyone off. if one's bedroom isn't inhabitable, no one will come visit, or request the help of a doctor if they can't keep a decent living space. it is difficult with dito, but hopefully he won't cause as many problems with a collar around his neck. he glances around to check if that tyrant is even in the room, useless as he can be which ranger was right to say, but he's starting to impress midori.
just by not being here is a gold star. ]
What scent stands out to you?
[ slowly he brings her over to his best, a splayed hand brushing out any wrinkles that stand out to him before drawing his hand back. please sit. ]
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Hmm... I didn't really expect this to be your room.
[ But if she thinks about it, it was probably just her imagination before. It makes sense for a person who puts such care into his appearance and carries himself with grace to have an equally tidy room. Sonia was the same way. Her cabin was sophisticated, beautiful and elegant without being gaudy. Midori strikes her as the type who might appreciate that aesthetic.
She sits down on the bed when prompted, bumping her knees together and letting the soles of her slippers touching pressing against the floor. She rests her hands in her lap, tilting her head back to look up to him. ]
Umm... Sandalwood, Vanilla, and I think... Rose...?
[ It's in the middle notes, but she misses the cherry blossom scent that the mixture of scents is supposed to create. Maybe that's because it's artificial, or maybe it's faded enough, or perhaps it's just that she's not terribly familiar with it. ]
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[ which yeah, now it really is surprising.
before, it reeked of blood, from red stains in the carpet, and a painting on the wall of who knows what— midori's roommate is a neanderthal, a primitive species of man that only works off instincts. there's not anything happening in that skull of his, but it's a shame it's filled with rattling bolts and cobwebs, and if he was to cut along the crown of his head, he finds that dust may just shoot out. that's how long it's been since he's used that brain of his. ]
In that order then... The first one is important, because it's what you picked up immediately. Sandalwood is great for aromatherapy, it's able to calm your mind, and has sedative effects that are perfect for those with insomnia.
[ she has no trouble sleeping, but that means that scent will help her relax and doze faster. it's almost fitting, he finds, as he offers a gentle smile while watching her facial expression, and then her body to see if she leans to one side, or the other. it'll tell him that she's ready to lay down, or she may just fall asleep sitting up, and if that's the case, he'll have to ease her down, but that'll happen if needed. ]
Ahaha... you'll have no trouble with that.
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They don't last long. Nanami's attention is easily grabbed by his lecture. Sandalwood is a scent that she's fond of, and it seems to make more sense when he offers the practical uses for it. It's said that a person who believes themselves to be drinking liquor will act drunk, to the point of impairing their own memory retention in n effort to mimic the expectation, and so it should com as no surprise when the mention of insomnia leads to a small yawn and rubbing her eyes, wth the way her gaze immediately returns to him promising neither to be the result of boredom. ]
Mmn... I don't have any trouble falling asleep, but it's a calming scent.
[ It's an agreement. It would be hard to miss how easily she tires. It's not quite as bad as it once was, but Nanami still naps often enough during the day. ]
What about the other two?
[ She is leaning a little bit to left, toward the pillows on the bed, though it seems she's making a conscious effort to stay awake now. ]
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Vanilla helps stimulate your happy hormones.
[ then again, they say being by someone positive is quite infections. even midori can help with his personality, but with the extra kick of vanilla which helps them feel more satisfied with where they are. inside of another person's room can be quite nerve wracking, especially if they know dito, and he has to note that ranger's choice in scents are actually helpful for the occasion. ]
Aside from feeling sleepy, would you say there's a positive feeling that wafts over you. Like a blanket no less!
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That's serotonin, right?
[ There's oxytocin too, she recalls, which was associated with social interactions. It's supposed to be good to hug people for that reason, though Nanami isn't one to show much in the way of physical affection. It's not that she minds or won't reciprocate, but rather that she hasn't been socialized well enough to think to do so. ]
It's easy to relax in here, [ She agrees, ] Though I'm ont supposed to say that about being in a boy's room... Probably.
[ Nanami says this without much concern. It's something her teacher had impressed, and she's far from ignorant as to why, but this is a touch different from the island. Midori is closer to a teacher, she thinks, than a hormonal teenage boy. He can behave himself. If she had a concept of family to draw upon, it might remind her more of being doted on by an older brother. ]
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[ which serotonin is nice in a difficult game, or any game as long as they're able to obtain the character they're after. normally the harder, the scarier, and obtaining their desirable outcome — the serotonin is good. it makes them feel grateful, happy, the fact that they can enjoy finally, and cast away all their pain. smelling vanilla will do it better than gacha though, considering one bad roll will send a person in a spiral, but the scent of something simple helps much more; but that's more for people who enjoy the simpler things in life. ]
Don't think of this as a common bedroom, it's more of an... office! It's where I'll be doing all my medical work until I find a better place to relocate.
[ which is true, it's better to do things behind closed doors than open to the world where they'll see. his fingers curl into his hand, nails digging gently into the palm as he's excited from the thought. he looks towards the window now, contemplating, before turning back towards his patient. ]
Would you like the window open? [ nature is also one of the world's scents that cause someone to relax, but for someone who almost fell asleep standing up, he's surprised she's still awake even now. ]
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Oh, like a home office.
[ That makes sense to her, though it seems as though it might be difficult to have people coming and going out of one's personal space, but then it's not often that people are in need of care here. It is a little strange, though, that he wouldn't use the nurse's office given that. Akari seems amenable to others using her space, and she leaves early enough in the evening to leave the space free.
There's a thoughtful look, and her eyes flick down, but her line of thought is disrupted by the sudden change in subject, and it shifts to one of faint concern. ]
You won't get too cold?
[ It is still winter, after all. It's a time of year when one wants to lock doors and windows tight to keep every last bit of warmth in the room, curl up under layers of covers to hold in even their own body heat. But rooms get stuffy, and air stagnates, and sometimes one has to open a window and tolerate the chill for the sake of bringing in fresh air. ]
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it's the guard dog that makes it easy to maintain who comes through and who doesn't, but it's to show that he's able to work with what he has. a bedroom is easy enough, tending to someone too, as long as he's capable, it shows through his actions. if his patients start to grow large in number, then he'll have to relocate properly. the nurse's office would be the best space, but he values patience too. he can play. ]
No, don't worry about me. [ she can trust him, because it's said like scout's honor. ] This space is to take care of my patience. With the scents within the room, the outdoors can do the same. Snow destroys all disease and illness, burning it away under its cool touch. It's just as pure as vanilla.
[ it's still on topic, especially because he's tending to her. that, and he wonders how her blood flow will react to the change in temperature. it's warm here, all around the dormitory, but with a breeze, does her body act any different? ]
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[ Though she's not quite certain on that point. Her entire existence was, after all, spent on a tropical island. But the idea of catching cold from rain or snow is nothing more than an old wive's tale anyway, witht he true concern being hypothermia. But they can agree on the purity of snow. She had been amazed by how lovely the sight of a blanket of snow on the ground had been, pure white and sparkling under the sunlight, but also by how quickly it was dirtied by dirt and dust as people stomped over it. ]
A little bit of fresh air should be okay.
[ Perhaps Nanami is like a pot of water that's being watched, as she does well to keep awake while conversing him. She blinks rapidly and rubs her eyes here and there, but sleep doesn't quite take her. She's like a pot full of water on the stove, and it won't be until Midori turns to open the window that she'll start to doze off properly (likely in the middle of him saying something,) and by time he turns back around he'll find that she did, in fact, fall asleep sitting up.
Unlike the two Floormasters in the school, who may choose whether or not they show any signs of the cold depending on whether or not it benefits them to do so, Nannami was only ever designed to interact with warm climates. Her body is completely unresponsive when confronted with the cool, crisp winter air. ]
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he crouches down, looking up at her as he looks at the way she sleeps in this position. she's a concept that isn't complete, he can see the flaws here and there, and part of him feels like unfinished works are no good. if he had his laptop, he could run a diagnostic on her, figure out where her code has a stopper. why she isn't as free as she should be while being in a place like this — if it's purgatory, nothing should hold her back anymore, but that doesn't seem to be the case. in her world, they left her this way?
it's with gentle hands that he places them on her shoulders, leaning her towards the bed so that she can lay properly. if he manages to do just that, he'll reach for the covers to pull them over her as well. jotting down information he gets from this without his computer will be a start. ]
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It really is strange. To watch her and speak with her, it's clear that she's designed to be able to interact with others. There's too many things that are missing, too many little things that don't quite fit neatly. It screams of an incomplete product, or perhaps just one that was only ever intended to exist in extremely specific circumstances. She's more human than Maple in demeanor, perceptive and going through a normal range of emotion and gestures, but limited on certain tops. It's a shame that he can't look at her code, really.
But for now he'll find that she twitches and mumbles a little when he touches her, not quite in a deep enough sleep to be unresponsive, and she'll instinctively pull her legs up onto the bed as she's pressed down, hugging the pillow and curling in on herself a little as she shifts into a more comfortable sleeping position. It's no different than watching a normal teenage girl in the first stages of sleep, still light and not quite yet dreaming. ]