<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/9b/4d/73/9b4d73ec46980bd2f385eff5381d315c.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong> Loupe Sankale (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277865.0)<br/><strong>Date:</strong> September 2nd<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 5:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aurore Fawkes | Closed<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Issac Sankale<br/><strong>Warning:</strong> N/A<br/><hr/><hr/>Loupe was not too keen on his usual visits to the doctor from his past experiences. He vaguely remembered the first time that he darkened the doorway of Doctor Fawkes office two years ago with his little brother as he was in dire need of her care. Back then Loupe had the mental fortitude of a five-year-old due to the extense torture, isolation, and the removal of his memories. Things had gotten out of hand, and the brothers had reverted to their original forms. A sight which a normal person should not have bore witness too. Over the last twenty-four months, she'd been a vital aid in his rehabilitation, yet he still had his hangups.<br/><br/>He had to wait for Dr.Fawkes to get off from her usual hours the guard dog of the complex took the extra time to consider his options here. The first being that if he'd skipped the appointment than both his brother and his doctor would have his head; his brother more than her as this was both off the clock and cost about the same as the usual adult emergency care visit which ranged about seven hundred dollars. The fiend scratched his black tresses as he weighed his options and found going to the appointment more beneficial and less impactful in his life.<br/><br/>The sound of her heartbeat caught his attention as it seemed to sing. All the patrons who lived within the complex had a certain rhythm which ranged from various instruments in his mind; even his brother Issac had something quite beautiful though it was faint. When Aurore spoke about his punctuality for being on time, she'd be mistaken. "The tenants all have their quirks to them, but they wouldn't be interesting if they didn't add a bit of hassle in my life." huffing playfully as she welcomed him into her home walking inside and breathed in the decor of her home. It was minimalist if that was the correct word for it however he was not too knowledgeable about things like that. When the mention of coffee mentioned, he perked up, yet readily declined as Lou knew that it was terrible for him to drink it. He spent seventy-two-hour shifts being awake so drinking coffee would only ramp up that number.<br/><br/>He stood there wondering as his doctor went off to make herself coffee Loupe's sense of smell picked up the same brand which he used at times; as Aurore returned and placed the cup down on her table and offered him a seat which he took. When Dr.Fawkes loosened her tie and unbuttoned her top, he stared for only a moment before looking away. Even though Loupe knows her for the last two years, the fiend tended to forget his doc was a woman. These little moments when it came back to him made Lou feel a bit uncomfortable as it always brought up that unsettling itch he had floating in the back of his mind.<br/><br/>She was quick to switch gears from personal and work as Loupe nodded as he tried to settle his nerves as she exposed a bit more skin. His heart beating though it was like his brothers; slow yet almost catatonic. "I would love to try one after the exam." Loupe said with a soft smirk as she was a fellow smoker, so her offer was more promising. It wasn't like the drugs he took in the comforts of his own home, yet it was promising. When she followed up with the rest of the procedure, he signed as he disliked this part. Loupe turned around, so his back was to her and slowly removed his shirt revealing all his scarred body for her viewership. These were not normal nor something a regular human could survive as it looked like he'd been broken and crudely reassembled hundreds of times. The same for sections of his arms and lower back. Dr. Fawkes had seen Lou's entire body before, and it resembled more of a patchwork doll. The wounds were in a constant flux of deterioration and renewal.<br/><br/>"You know as well as I do doc that its an improvement from last year." stating this as he'd had issues sleeping overall and he was subjected to tranquilizers meant for horses as a means to sleep. As for the diet, he couldn't defend himself too much as he liked his sweets even if he didn't get cavities. "Blame my brother as he's the one enabling my sweet tooth."<br/></td></tr></tbody></table>