*click*
"...!"
The blond heroine caused the black-haired boy to flinch and look back at her cautiously.
"Don't give me that look."
Burushiitto blushed, taking her hand off of the lock – leaving the key inside before timidly approaching the scarred attendant.
"Now. Strip."
"...!"
The girl motioned at Zoemi with her chin and commanded in a professional tone... which caused the black-haired boy to instinctively cover his body and take a step back.
"Oh, come on! I'm a medic! Besides- we are NOT close enough for you to think that this is that kind of event!"
Burushiitto complained, with her face flushed from embarrassment caused by the overreaction.
"Sorry. Still – do I have to take off my clothes...?"
Zoemi apologized and asked with an uncomfortable expression – even though he was already in the middle of disrobing.
"If you don't want to have bandages getting healed up into your body, sure."
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