“The radius bone is here,” she says, pointing lazily at your forearm. “It works in tandem with the ulna. There.”

You’re sat on her medical table. Another routine checkup, complete. Since nothing was wrong, Shoko found amusement in icking you out in her free time, pointing out to you the placement of all your bones and inner bits. A cigerette hangs between her lips.

“This bone’s named after me,” she says, pointing at your upper arm, “Humerous. Get it?” Even as she’s joking with you, her tone is smoky, a lousy smirk tugging at her lips.