sighs loudly, and pointedly ignores the sound of the door opening behind him.

that Jenny's too fucked up to pass up on, prefect or no prefect.

Shamal.

Mmmmmn, Shane. |3

...

walks in. "Oi."

Doesn't really approve of them screwing, but since it's mute... at least it's hot.

.... >_>

whips out his tonfa and marches over, spinning the man's chair around to face him, aiming a blow at the doctor's chin.

catches it with ease.

All right, all right! <_<

Geez. What do you want?

takes the remote and flips the TV off.

Oi! D:

The sakura disease. Get rid of it.

I don't cure guys. >3>

"Get rid of it," in a low voice, "Or I'll bite you to death."

....

lets out a loooong sigh. He doesn't want this hassle. =_=

rolls away from Hibari and over to his counter. He rummages through some drawers.

waits. Impatiently.

tosses a suspicious-looking packet over his shoulder.

....

looks down at it with narrowed eyes.

Free of charge. Just leave me alone. <3<

Oh, and you might want to note that it's experimental. There's no actual cure for what you've got yet.

So expect side effects.

...Now let me be with my lezzies. >3>

What should I expect?

I have no idea.

already picking out his extra remote and turning back to his show. =_=

to beat the man into explaining further, but he doesn't want to waste time either. He eventually scoffs and leaves.

what side effects this could possibly have. ...It could be anything, knowing the way things go. Still...

try it. It's not like he has anything else.