Cast Party [action thread, open to all]
Kiba'd been injured plenty of times before, and he didn't mind it much. Pain sucked but you got over it, and there were always interesting bruises and scars to tell awesome stories about later. Aside from the time he'd nearly gutted himself on a pitchfork when he was thirteen, he'd never even taken painkillers, much less been so drugged up on them that he fell asleep in every single stinking class, even on a half-dose. (And back then he'd spent the first week in the hospital, so it wasn't like he had anything to do but sleep anyway.)
But now--he had plenty to do now. And couldn't. Couldn't write, with his right hand and wrist solidly enclosed in a plaster cast. Couldn't go running with Akamaru without feeling so dizzy and sick after half a block that he had to turn back. Couldn't even flippin' stay awake.
In desperation he'd esconced himself at the kitchen table after school that afternoon with a package of M&Ms, a half-gallon jug of chocolate milk, and what remained of the jar of Hinata's jerky. A dizzying mass of homework was spread out on the table in front of him: physics problems, anatomy worksheets, biology notes. Akamaru was asleep on his feet...
And Kiba's head was drooping steadily closer to the papers.
But now--he had plenty to do now. And couldn't. Couldn't write, with his right hand and wrist solidly enclosed in a plaster cast. Couldn't go running with Akamaru without feeling so dizzy and sick after half a block that he had to turn back. Couldn't even flippin' stay awake.
In desperation he'd esconced himself at the kitchen table after school that afternoon with a package of M&Ms, a half-gallon jug of chocolate milk, and what remained of the jar of Hinata's jerky. A dizzying mass of homework was spread out on the table in front of him: physics problems, anatomy worksheets, biology notes. Akamaru was asleep on his feet...
And Kiba's head was drooping steadily closer to the papers.