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"Unfortunately. I wasnt a Gijinka by birth but rather dna splicing of my own accord. My body doesn't handle the toxins well and if not removed it can be dangerous for others."

"Nothing else to note but if any other issues arise you should see me or another." She'd spit again before entering the information onto her computer. "Given a fighting nature try to protect them if possible."

"Hardness in the chest can be many things. Some harmful and some just happen due to movement of them. If I did this exam to you lets say every few days eventually the tissue would harden up." She'd reply removing both hands now and was&ing them properly.

Abby paid them no mind as she moved on and did the same exact sequence with the other breasts as well. "So far sensitivity is an issue but no hardness to be found as of yet."

"If they're severe you shouldn't just let the body heal as such." Stern tone as her hands went under the gown, her cold hand cupping one of the breasts moving around trying to feel anything odd before the other hand would do a small squeeze check.

"Possible it's due to training, soreness can create the issue.' She'd take the paperwork and turn her attention to her. "Anything else you wish to discuss or can we begin?'

"Fire types tend to have higher body temperatures than normal. I mean anything that feels abnormal to you." She'd just casually spit a purple liquid into the trash can. "Also sensitivity on the body? Due to how this works I do have to put hands onto you."

Shed hand the other a sheet to fill out ignoring the terrible tie job. "Fill this out and tell me any issues physically youre having in general." She'd remark returning to her desk.

"First off its doctor and the gown is so your body relaxes normally as clothing can add pressure to the body. If I were to pick something for another to wear it wouldn't be this.c

"Well first thing is you need to undress and get into the gown provide.

"Well, yeah. It's just a thing most Arboliva can pull o —" In the middle of his proud agreement, her sudden pull had him yelp in surprise. The Pyroar had a pretty tight grip in those big arms of hers. "You, uhhh... you don't say?"

Arboliva didn't mind. While Cyra scarfed the olives down, they'd still work their magic. A burst of energy would come along with the taste, and while just two wouldn't be enough to sate a full appetite, it seemed like they had more in them than size suggested.

Since she was a bigger 'mon, she'd get two. They were also some of his bigger olives, meant for fire-types who seemed like they'd burn the gifts up before they entered their mouths. "Alright, go for it."

"They're a lot more filling than they look, y'know ..." So much doubt for his olives annoyed him. Arboliva had fed bigger 'mon with these without a problem!

"You're the patient here; I just cant do an exam without permission.'

He frowned, but put it away. They're off to a bad start already, with her refusing olives and giving that nickname. "... Technically, that's what the stuff in a fruit's called. So yeah, I have meat."

— "... You want one?" He's decided he'll ignore her boasting and hope she didn't notice he'd done it.