"No, there's no mistake, Mr. Marshall," Donny said diffidently. "The intake procedures are the same for everyone, you have no reason to fear." He smiled at him, jolly and grinning like some kind of Santa Claus - just with rolls of muscle, instead of fat.<br/><br/>Taiga's lips pulled up into a smirk as the chaos unfolded around him. Then a smile, like a cat fat on milk. If they were this perturbed and off-balance by just an extra intake, well - boy, his eventual escape and sojourner to Mexico wasn't just a possibility, but a near certainty. He could taste those cheap margaritas in Playa del Carmen already.<br/><br/>As such he merely inclined his head in response to Dayemon's pontificating, still grinning. "Lead the way," he told the orderly - nurse? Whatever this man was. Who waited until the guards had stepped back before putting his hand on the join of Taiga's shoulder and guiding him deeper into the building, away from the crying boy, and the confused rich kid who thought his mum'd dropped him off for a resort vacation.<br/><br/>Dr. Cohen took Taiga into a small side room, a shake of his head and a single hand motion dissuading an orderly from following him. The door shut behind him, and he picked up a checklist off a pile of them on a small table, and added it to a clipboard.<br/><br/>He set the foldout chair between the door and Taiga, and in this tiny, windowless room, with the security camera on him, he leaned back, and said, "Strip. Everything off."<br/><br/>"Just like that?" Taiga scoffed.<br/><br/>Donny kept smiling.<br/><br/>"What's your name?"<br/><br/>"Dr. Donovan Cohen, at your service," Donny said, with a strange little salute.<br/><br/>"Dr. Cohen. Why do I get the sense you would make me if I refused?"<br/><br/>Donny just watched him, smiling all the while.<br/><br/>Taiga grumbled and sighed, and slowly - making a show of it, since hell, the man was handsome - stripped off the prison jumpsuit. First the shirt - then the pants. Then the white wife-beater. He hesitated, biting his lips, thumbs on his black silk boxers, which no one had taken from him yet.<br/><br/>"If you would, Mr. Hisoka," Donny told him, watching him, not looking at his clipboard at all. The way his eyes rested on Taiga, held him - tangible as fingers. How annoying.<br/><br/>This doctor sure was gay as fuck for someone who was supposed to be giving him conversion therapy. With a surprisingly nervous giggle, and equally surprised to be nervous by it, Taiga slid down his underwear, showing that graceful, but small cock, and an ass that belonged in a museum, carved from marble.<br/><br/>"Now bend over, and spread."<br/><br/>"What? You think I got contraband through all those goddamn strip searches in prison, and now here?"<br/><br/>"Mr. Hisoka," he intoned, "I'll be very cross if I have to bend you."<br/><br/>Taiga stopped, considering it. Annoyance finally got the better of him, and he caved, turning around, leaning forward, and showing the ass that used to cost $200,000 a night once upon a time to Donny for free. Funny how times changed.<br/><br/>Donny quietly began scribbling on his clipboard, the scratch of his pen all that could be heard, over the dirty breaths Taiga was taking, the gushing heat from his breath hissing between his clenched teeth.<br/><br/>For several minutes, they stayed like that, until Taiga snapped, "Can I get up, or are we doing a cavity search, too?"<br/><br/>"Hm? Oh yes, my boy. I'm just noting down your scars and tattoos - that's an interesting one on your wrist."<br/><br/>Taiga unbent, clenching his hand over the<i>Lil Sissy Bitch</i>on his forearm. "Shut up," he hissed.<br/><br/>"You can redress," Donny said, and Taiga hated that he had to wait for his permission. He carefully put his clothes on, refusing to scramble, and decided he was going to kill Donny when he got the chance. Probably when he escaped.<br/><br/>Donny finally moved the chair to the side, clipboard tucked under one arm, and led Taiga down the hallway towards the criminal ward, which would be his new home. He'd circle back after that and see what became of that pretty blond at the gate, allowing a nurse to finish the more boring parts of Taiga's intake - the questionnaire, assigning him a room, etc.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Back in the front hall, Karim was snuffling into a tissue, his sister livid at the ignominy of having to<i>wait</i>for the start of her brother's intake. When Karim was finally assigned to Mr. Wright, she spat out, "It's about time - " but her sweet brother interjected.<br/><br/>"Thank you - don't worry, Leyla, it'll be fine - thank you very much, Mr. Wright, please do lead the way." He smiled up him through his tears, a smile like the sun coming through the clouds on a grey day, illuminating everything.