here comes the sun

[brushy]

Who: falco grice (grice), shōyō hinata (asas) & amaterasu (brushy)
What: this is a catch-all for april! various closed prompts and one that's open for ammy (wonderkind), please refer to the character's specific top levels and headers! if you'd like to plot something out, hmu @ the plotting post or liberos!
When: april!
Where: throughout trench!
Content Warnings: violence, harm to an animal, will add more as they come (also see headers)

falco | shōyō | amaterasu

Comments

[grice]

[ that was rather refreshing to hear. falco's bee held so damn high on the chart of what he should be doing and what level of performance he should be upholding if wanted have something as basic as human rights. tense shoulders seem to slump in a gentle relax, and before he could tell his eyelids to blink, his eyes are stinging, picking with tears just barely collecting at the corners.

tears of emotion, and silently tucked happiness through validation and treatment. he keeps his head low, as to not bring attention to this (he's easily shy, doesn't enjoy too much attention on himself to begin with), and presses his lips together, but it doesn't avoid the gentle smile prying its way out of it. the swipes by his eyes are quick and precise, to make sure nothing gets on the papers that he's stacked and marked neatly into a pile and started on the next. veins are done. ]

I finished this one— I'm going to get started on arteries and skin, sir. I'll review everything again this evening, to start clean tomorrow.

[ so he could get a head start—! ]

[torpour]

[what are the wet eyes for? nehan doesn't understand it-- perhaps that is understandable, when he still doesn't know falco well, but still...]

Hmm. What is the difference between arteries and veins?

[grice]

[ ah—! a pop quiz! falco straightens his posture and gets to work: ]

Arteries— they take blood with oxygen to the organs, and the rest of the body. Veins bring that blood back to oxygenate again.

[torpour]

[he's correct, and nehan nods to let him know that. of course, he's not going to let it end there.]

Veins bring blood back to where, then?

[grice]

[ ah—! ]

—The heart! Or, the lungs, so they could replenish the oxygen— [ he's a touch uncertain of his answer. he knows it's correct, but which came first? ] W-would it be correct to say, both of those?

[torpour]

[nehan raises one shoulder in a small shrug.]

Half correct-- the answer is the heart.

If you wanted to speak of the lungs, you would be mentioning the pulmonary circulation, which connects it to the heart for replenishing oxygen, in your words. If you wanted to include them, call them pulmonary arteries or veins, and mention them as separate from the arteries and veins that are visible under skin.

[grice]

[ falco watches and only listens, briefly, before his body jolts into a curt hunch over his notebook. i need to write that down is the blatant thought and energy here, pen working to solidify the answer and serve as a study tip for later. ]

Pulmonary . . . Circulation— [ okay, plenty of equal signs and underlining here, differentiating pulmonary arteries and veins, ] And the heart's would be . . . Coronery.

[ he's working his memory for this one, but he tries his absolute best not to make it a question in turn. that's his answer. ]

[torpour]

Coronary.

You don't need to use the scientific wording for every single thing. Your patients wont know what they are, after all. [then he pauses, and amends:]

Peers among medical fields will mind, yes, but there are few and far between here, and your focus is on patients, not them.

[seriously, who cares about stuffy academics who insist on using "proper" terms for everything.]

[grice]

[ ❗❗ making sure to scribble away at the e enough to make it look like an a—! ]

That's true . . . [ that his focus here in trench was something else; it was treating, immediately. he had way too much of a journey to walk and mature into something more professional, but he still considers it. he still wants to be corrected. ] I'll still look to saying things correctly, though. If I go home one day and this is what I want to do there, too— It's going to be important.

[torpour]

Military personnel don't care much for the longer explanations, despite demanding to know what exactly you're doing to them in the moment. Don't neglect the common terminology in your pursuit to learn.

[then he writes cleanly, properly, even if his scratching is light enough that his lettering is merely a collection of thin lines on paper. he's working on a close diagram of the heart, given falco is working on that too.]

Many people will feel at ease as well, but children are easier to placate than adults. Better patients, at that.

cw: mention of racial oppression

[grice]

[ one that comes quickly to mind is a fallen soldier falco had taken in to aid. most would have left the enemy to rot, as some had huffed at him for, but falco hid behind international law during war to mask his altruism. legally, he's our prisoner was a misty cover for i want to save him. falco's heart quietly shattered that day, when the unconscious man began to come to and preferred death over letting his hands stop the bleeding— the years of trauma across generations done to each other was something that had always saddened him. the words still stick: don't touch me. you'll corrupt me. devil.

it encourages him to continue giving his best to anyone, everyone— as what he'd always wanted for himself. ]

Some of them are more . . . inflexible. But I've seen children be the same way, too. [ gabi was a snarling, rabid beast when an enemy approached, no matter how concerned they were for her. noticing nehan's writing, falco pauses his own to observe and pay attention to what it was. ] I like to think it's a little different, here.

[torpour]

[nehan snorts.]

Nothing is more irritating than an adult who is so convinced of their independence that they must show it to everyone-- unless it's a teenager convinced that they can do anything.

[children are better.]

That is always the case with the military sorts. I suggest you don't forget that.

think we could start wrapping up soon!

[grice]

I'll make sure not to.

[ among other lessons, including the act of keeping his humbleness intact on his pursuit for new knowledge. there's something, suddenly, at the tip of his tongue that he must throw out there: ]

Mister Nehan, [ he watches the man, then bows his head. briefly, but respectfully: ] —Thank you, for having me.

[ perhaps he didn't have to thank him— the warming in his chest simply came, then the words followed suit. it's the kind of thing he felt like he had to say. ]

o7

[torpour]

[nehan's nose wrinkles slightly at the thanks. he dislikes such mushy feelings, doesn't want to waste time on dealing with them either.]

Don't mention it. Truly, do not-- if you have time to profusely thank me, you have time to put your nose into a book.