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[well. he doesn't know what he was expecting, but not someone this large. perhaps, with the bleating, someone more... goat-like? but certainly not a man who seemed like the draphs from home, only... furrier.

well then.

nehan pushes himself up off of his chair, but with his short height, he cant even come close to the man's shoulder. and, leaning on his crutch the way he is, he looks much smaller. but fortunately, nehan is used to looking up at people.]

That's me, yes. If you want to be more formal for business purposes, my professional name would be Karma.

[Taking in Nehan's appearance, Ives immediately clocks him as a Rahuth, a certain kind of animal person from his own world. Human face and size, with animal ears... what else could he be?

Whatever he calls his kind, Nehan gets to be right at titty level, but then most people are. Ives isn't a man who finds shirts very easily, he hates stuffing down his fur mantles beneath fabric, so uncomfortable...]

Doctor Karma if that's most respectful towards you. Again, at your discretion. [he'll generally address people how they like, unless he straight up doesn't have respect for them]

As long as you don't come to my practice with abusive language and still expect to be treated, I don't care what sort of terms you use.

[with his right hand, the arm which his crutch is strapped onto, he opens the door to his mouth, and waves the man inside.]

Watch your head.

I would not do that, Doctor.

[He sounds like he means it, his tone her certainly serious. A beat later]

... though I shall apologize for being crass over the instrument.

[Was that what Nehan was referring to? He's not a coy man, but he can try to speak around such things if they bother others. Not everybody is so casual about sex, even in his nonsense sex fantasy world where most people are profoundly casual, it's only polite to be mindful.

Especially when he doesn't yet know Nehan from a hole in the ground.

Ives ducks in through the door, his horns nearly catching the frame. He needs to get used to everything being more standard human sizes. He eyes the room quickly, largely to make sure there's no hanging lamps he could likewise get caught on if he was careless.]

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What, the word dick? [nehan has to snort indelicately.] I've heard worse, that's completely fine, and not what I meant in the slightest.

[the erune moves further into the house-- the ceiling is higher than the doorway at least, but it does indeed have hanging lamps. he turns towards a little sideroom that was once the kitchen, but was changed to be a sterile room for more delicate medical work.]

To that end... Well I suppose I can accept a sexual favor for a vial of healing potion or stimulant. But I have to warn you, my body sustained an injury a while ago, and I haven't yet seen how it's affected my sexual functions. [if nehan turns out to be impotent... they do have to figure something else out.

and he's still entirely business-like about this, like they're not discussing fucking.]

[This is a common sort of transaction in Ives' homeland, there's really no baggage around sex work. Offering to do violence on someone's behalf is more taboo, offering pleasure or distraction is far less complicated.

Ives is mindful to not get caught on any lamps, following along]

I take no offense if an exchange need be something else. [Nehan could just straight up not find him attractive enough, after all. Nothing he can really do about that]

Chiefly, you wanted to see if my blood had some coloration to it, correct? It will be easy to compare to yours, as I am likewise a Paleblood.

[nehan waves him towards the window nearest to the sink, where the moonlight is peeking in through the blinds. then nehan pulls those blinds up to let more of the night sky in, optimal conditions for drawing paleblood.]

Yes. But first I should ask about it-- for instance, if you have any elemental affinities.

[as he speaks, he pulls on a face mask and sterile gloves, and brings out many tools from the cupboards. a syringe, a small bottle, cotton swabs, tongs, alcohol.]

[Ives is well composed around such instruments, more curious than anything. Not like he has sleeves to roll out of the way, so provided Nehan wants to take blood from his arm there's no issue. He'll offer either side if instructed to.]

I am blessed by the Dragon of Light and control his magic. My magic has a taste like bitter tea with vanilla.

[He's used to magic being categorized by flavor more so than by color]

I'm also aligned with light. [and it would have been a dead giveaway if anyone from his world saw the color shot into his blood. but he's glad it's just light, otherwise, if he still worked with dark and the rest of the elements, nehan's blood would be an actual rainbow.]

But the color?

Of light? It may well be any color... [Ives may very well have a rainbow hue to his blood, if it is "stained".

More likely though, it won't have a color denotation, but will have the smell he described.]

I see. [well, it was worth a shot, but then again, he shouldn't expect other worlds to follow the same rules that his own has. he only needs to look at diluc as an example of that.

given the immense height difference between them, nehan decides to clamber onto the counter underneath the window, huffing and puffing until he seats himself comfortably on it.

then he holds out his hands, beckoning.]

Give me your arm-- whichever one you're more comfortable with getting pierced.

Wh- Hey- [Ives fusses a bit as the man strains to climb up onto the counter. He doesn't want to grab at him, but like-]

I, I could have just knelt down... [he sighs, obliging the order once Nehan is settled into place. He'll put forward his right arm since that's his non-dominant side. His skin is spattered with freckles and moles, but they're easy to avoid when he turns the arms to the underside, where they're largely around his wrist.

Beyond that, he's got well defined muscles and large veins, it shouldn't be difficult to find one to tap. He's not squeamish, no flinching from him]

[after making sure the arm is well underneath the moonlight, nehan swabs the crook of the man's elbow with cotton and alcohol to clean it.]

It's fine, I'm used to adjusting to the size of my patients. [though luckily, lately, it's just been children, and they're all small, whatever their race is.] And you wouldn't be the first one at this height.

[or overall build, really. nehan is just calm and comfortable, used to chatting as he preps the man's arm.]

I have come across a few tall or taller than I am. Less common here than my own world. I still have growing to do this life.

[Myddvai Giant's continue to get taller well into their early thirties, Ives only being twenty this time around. People don't seem able to clock his age as well here as they can back home, but then Giant's are one of the most common kind of people there.]

No others of Myddvai, though. You look rather like a Rahuth to me, though you'd have a different scent if that was so.

As long as I don't reek. [a small joke, as he strips the syringe of its packaging, depresses the plunger to squeeze out all the air, and sticks the needle into the man's elbow.

always best to use a conversation when sticking someone with a sharp, pointy little thing so they offer the least resistance.]

[Ives' eyes narrow when he's poked, more curious that alarmed, watching the needle. That's as close to a flinch as he'll do, he's stock still otherwise. Perhaps too tense, but he's looked like that even while walking up the street. He just holds his posture incredibly tight at all times.]

Hmm, no. The city smells so much of iron and blood that I can rarely pick up anything else.

[as Nehan draws his blood, there's no real visual difference from what Paleblood should look like traditionally. It already has a faint sheer in the moonlight, a soft rainbow edge at times. No tinting of gold as Nehan's sample has, when compared]

That's why I live here, rather than closer to the lamp. The smell alone might be enough for corruption. [because the smell is so strong, even nehan's iron-tight discipline wont help him not react to it. the stench of the waters sting his nose so much that he worries about nosebleeds whenever he visits that part of the district.

when he removes the syringe and caps it off, he presses a clean cotton bud to the puncture and tapes it there.]

You can remove this after an hour, make sure to dispose of it properly to avoid contamination.

[then he checks the status of the syringe, and is pleased to see that it's not red-- he harvested it properly, and now it's the signature milky color of paleblood.]

Understood. [Ives says simply, committing the direction to memory. He's no doctor and while he could do the most basic of field medicine and wound wrapping, he's not sure how well any of that works in this world. Having his blood drawn is less disturbing to him than actually seeing it, different than he's known in all his many lives. Paleblood... So strange.]

It does not appear stained to me, Doctor.

[nehan shrugs, and sets the syringe aside where it wont be easily knocked down as he shuffles off of the counter.]

Compared to mine, it's understandable. I cannot control my light magic, it just imbues my entire body, and everything I may use as a weapon. [and now his changed blood as well.

nehan begins to clean his tools, even if he didn't use them much. but he's become more stringent about following proper medical protocol in this place.]

Do you still have time? I want to ask some questions, and log a sheet for you here, so I have access to your information if you come back again.

Far different from my blessing, indeed. The majority of my magic is held within my horns, beyond that it only effects my scent and taste.

[because flavor denotes magic and all. He is somewhat curious if that Paleblood sample would have the taste he's used to, but that's probably not best asked of Nehan to discover. He probably doesn't want to put it in his mouth... Ives can't much tell, himself.]

I do not have a patrol until morning. I can stay for some time longer.

Good.

[he can take his time then.

stripping off the gloves and cleaning up takes some time, but nehan knows how to work quickly and efficiently, and soon enough he's shaking his hands clean, and taking up his crutch again. thankfully, his left arm has managed to hang on in there rather than stay useless, making everything much easier on the erune.]

Come, let's just sit out there. [the living room, he means, waving his left hand towards the padded chairs, with a notebook on top of one of them. he'll leave the blood in his ice box, just to keep it fresh a little longer.]

[Ives follows along to living space, taking a seat where he's best suited to. If there's a stool or seat with no back, that's his first choice, as his tail can simply drape over the back. If not, he needs to sit rather far forward to make room, which just makes him appear far less comfortable and casual.

He has a casual tone and demeanor, but he holds himself to such a strict posture he looks nearly ready to spring at any moment. No wonder if phone ringing made him jump, he appears to be wound up tight as any spring ready to snap free.]

If I may be frank, I'm hoping I can return to you here for treatments should I require them. The blood healers do not give me great confidence. I would trust a fellow Sleeper far more. Might that be amicable to you, Doctor?

[luckily, nehan does have a few seats without solid backrests, clearly taken from a dining set that no longer has a table. rather, the table is in the kitchen, about to be used as the surface for many an experiment.]

That's fine by me. [the erune settles on the chair with the notepad, flipping to an unused page.]

The terms you made before... That's your payment, is it?

Yes. If there are sexual services you care to explore, I can offer that. [said with a confident professionalism, he's honestly much less shy to offer as a payment than to just flirt with the man. He is attractive to Ives, he appears capable, so long as Ives is of interest to him than this is an easy deal.]

If not, I could try to find other means. Beastly components may be doable, if I slay any while on patrol and the corruption would not invite trouble.

[the erune shakes his head as he opens the notepad and pulls a pen from a pocket.]

No, your first offer is fine. We only need to fall back on the second if my body has decided that I'm now impotent. [but a quick check later when he's alone will tell him whether or not this is true.]

Now, questions-- Name? Full name preferred, but the alias you use in this world is fine as well.

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