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Please take off your shoes for the examination...

Who: Yamato Hotsuin, Ideo Hazama, and those who signed up for examinations (or who otherwise wants to get in on this if you missed it)
Where: ~~Ideo's Swank Bachelor Pad For Two (And His Sister)~~ Sagittarius Labs
Summary: Those with experience regarding demons, or are demonic themselves (or perhaps just weird), being called in to allow themselves to be prodded and poked and examined.
Warnings: You'll have to suffer from Yamato and Ideo's tender mercies.

After being subjected to the curtness of the Sagittarius Labs's chou-keshin receptionist, all those that have come to their assigned appointments will find themselves shuffled into a bland looking room, with uncomfortable stiff-backed seats and glossy out of date magazines on the small coffee table. There will also be that annoying clock that ticks just a bit too loudly and slowly for one's tastes, and that heavy silence that makes you whisper when you talk to people, even though there's no reason to.

Welcome to the Waiting Room.

After waiting for a few moments (or hours, depending on how early you came, and how delayed Ideo Hazama and Yamato Hotsuin were), you will be called in by Ceu to meet with one of the young geniuses. Prepare to be poked and prodded my friends, this is what you signed up for.

[OOC: Okay so basically we decided to do a catch all examination log, for those that are interested (as I know a few are). Me and Gaa split it up between us as well, so it's easier on us, and we can share the burden of tags. Who you will get is entirely random.

Again, only those that have experience with demons/are demonic themselves/or otherwise magical in some way can take part in this log. This is for SCIENCE]

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"Mm," Yamato made a non-committal noise, obviously more absorbed in his task than carrying small talk with Daichi. The next minute or two passed quietly, with the cuff tightening up around Daichi's arm, and the young ex-Chief listening to his pulse when he released the pressure.

"You have high blood pressure," Yamato said after a pause, pulling back and unwrapping the cuff, before quickly turning to jot down the results on his clipboard. "That was on your previous physical results as well."

OK so he was just gonna lean on his not-medical-equipment-wrapped arm and do that spacing out thing he usually did at the doctor's while Yamato was working. Just like the good ol' JP's.

"Heh...you... don't say..." Given how Kaito's always telling him to chill, it's not like Daichi's surprised, but...it's not like he's not not worried about it either. Because he really didn't want to die of an ulcer--!!

"It's probably because you fret over ever tiny detail," Yamato said, giving Daichi a flat, almost amused look. He set the blood pressure metre aside, and lifted the stethoscope up to his ears. "Sit still. I'm going to listen to your heart."

"H-- Hey...!" He...wasn't sure if Yamato was insulting him or not?? Though knowing Yamato, he was probably just stating the fact and what not.

That side, Daichi sat up straight and...uh well, attempted to sit still at least when Yamato was using the stethoscope. But it was always when you weren't supposed to sit still and had to stay quiet that every little thing started to feel itchy or fidgety and it was absolutely impossible to actually keep yourself still.

So don't mind him trying to keep his fidgeting to as minimal as possible.

Yamato almost rolled his eyes when Daichi shifted and squirmed and twitched, wondering if a reprimanding smack on the nose would make him sit still. If it worked on dogs, it would work on a Shijima, right? Heh...

"Take in a deep breath and hold it," he ordered after a pause, deciding to just ignore it for now.

Excuse you, he wasn't a dog--! And a slap was likely just to make him more on edge, if it didn't just make him give up completely like when he had to read about blackholes.

Daichi did obey Yamato's orders however, taking a breath and straightening his back a bit more, and holding it until he was allowed to release it. Which surprisingly was about to put a rest to some of his fidgeting, though certainly not all of it. Actually it almost made him fidget more, after a while.

Yamato pulled back after a few minutes, jotting something down on the clipboard. He didn't say anything about Daichi's heart - it beat faster than the norm, but he had already told him about his high blood pressure.

"Stand up. It's time to test balance and proportions," he ordered, tugging his stethoscope down to rest around his neck.

"Proportions?" He asked, hopping off the table and idly noting how cold it was seriously could he put his coat back on yet

Granted, he probably should've known all this since the JP's physical couldn't have been more than a few months ago, but it's not like the JP's doctors were very good at conversation either, except for Otome. Then again, Yamato wasn't either.

He really needed more friends that were actually talkative.

No you cannot put the coat on. Not until the end of the physical HAHA.

"Proportions. Stretch your arms out before you," Yamato said, "And swing them out to your sides, and pull them back in front of you again. Do this several times."

He paused. "Do you need me to demonstrate?"

But it's wiiiinterrrrrrr

Oh, that's what this thing was about!...What the hell did swinging your arms around have to do with proportions?

"I'm pretty sure I can at least do this without screwing up," Said with a bit of a self-depracating and joking tone, but he didn't really expect Yamato to get it. So Daichi did as he was told, stretching out his arms and swinging them around as instructed, though lacklusterly.

Yamato huffed a little at Daichi's lacklustre attempts to follow orders, and he abruptly smacked his pen against Daichi's fingers when the other stretched his arms out before him.

"Put a bit more effort into it, please."

"Ow--!!"

Maybe Yamato wanted him to speed up, but Daichi immediately retracted his hands to cup the injured fingers flower to his chest. "Geez, you could just ask, you know!"

Yamato just stared at him before lifting the pen up again. The threat was clear. Hop to it or he's smacking you on the nose next.

Wow Daichi really hated it when Yamato stared at him like that--!!

"O-OK, OK! You don't have to get so violent over a medical exam!!" In fact he's pretty sure that's counterproductive!

But fine! Daichi did extend his arms once again and actually swing them around with a little gusto, but don't expect him to exactly be excited over a medical exam.

Yamato sniffed but lowered the pen, watching Daichi's chest to see the flex of muscle. Hm, it seemed fine. He jotted that down on the clipboard.

"Alright, stop," he ordered, waving a hand carelessly. "Next I want you to walk a few paces towards me, and then a few paces away. Then I want you to repeat that several times doing this; first time walk on your heels, second time walk on the balls of your feet, and third time walk while in squat position."

Oh yes. The squatting one. Fun!

Fiiiine this time he wasn't going to complain about it (out loud), so after making sure there was enough space, Daichi did indeed do the correct paces; heels, and balls of your feet and all that good stuff. He even manged to do the squatting one without too much trouble, though he kind of wished Kaito was here because the urge to act ridiculous during that one was pretty tempting.

Yamato was a killjoy, so he looked entirely unamused during the ridiculous squat walk. He tapped the top of his clipboard when he deemed it enough. "That's enough. Now, stand up straight. I'll check your back."

Time to see if you have a curvy spiiine~

It was a shame that Christmas had already passed, because a sense of humor seemed like something Yamato desperately needed. Especially right now. But then again, it could just be Daichi being awkward at silence.

Daichi did stop and straighten up as much of a used-to-be-average teenage boy could, though he may have been a tad more awkward and fidgety than before. Though that could, y'know have to do with the fact that he didn't have a shirt on and the whole physical touching thing. Yeeeaaah.

Yamato wasn't exactly happy with physical touching either. Thank God he had his gloves on. After all, Daichi was cute, but he wasn't Yamato's type. And he was a professional.

Yes. Professional.

Yamato settled one hand on Daichi's lower back, and the other against the other's chest, nudging him to straighten up even more. "Don't slouch forwards. I said to stand up straight."

Once Daichi was to his satisfaction, his moved his hand from the brunet's lower back to trail from between his shoulder blades and back down to the waistband of his trousers along his spine.

Awwwwwkward.

Yeah this was probably one of the most awkward things he'd ever done in his life.

At least he didn't know the strange JP's doctor that had done the physicals during the lockdown but you know Daichi'd probably rather go fight Dubhe again.

So he was just, gonna try and keep his posture straight and try and stop fidgeting? Which of course just meant he was gonna fidget more. It's a vicious cycle.

Thank God Yamato didn't have a shred of shame, otherwise this would have been awkward on both fronts. As it was he pressed and prodded Daichi's spine here and there, before pulling away and picking up his clipboard from where he set it down on the examination table.

"Your back is fine, but you lean your weight forwards too much. Unlike Nitta, you don't have the excuse of well endowed breasts for that, so make sure to hold yourself a bit better in the future."

Meaning, keep your chin up and have some confidence in you.

Daichi just winced and flinched a bit while he was pressing and prodding, mostly because this was weird and awkward and wow can he go home yet.

When Yamato returns to his clipboard, Daichi lets out a breath of relief and-- completely contrary to Yamato's advice-- slouches forward as the tension eases out. "Yeesh... You sound like my mom."

~No slouching Daichi you're gonna ruin your posture!!~

Yamato just gave him a look, then decided to ignore the comment.

"Lie down on here. It's time to test your flexibility," he said, tapping the examination table with his clipboard. Time for the truly uncomfortable part, Daichi...

Oh boy, can't someone just kill him already?

The pure negative enthusiasm he had for this task was painfully obvious, but he nevertheless climbed back onto the table (notably still slouching), and lied down.

He has basically decided that he's not taking his jacket off for at least a month after this.

Yamato almost rolled his eyes at the sheer amount of negativity and reluctance oozing from Daichi's body, and set his clipboard down when the other boy was lying down obediently on the examination table.

Then Yamato grabbed Daichi's leg - under the knee, and very very close to the junction of Daichi's groin - and lifted it up, his expression one of mild boredom.

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