[ Watanuki casts an annoyed look over his shoulder. ]
That's the whole point, idiot. You catch them. Didn't you read the manual?
[ He keeps glancing at the injured pidgey, leading Doumeki through the streets he's come to know so well. It takes five minutes--too long--to get them to the center. ]
I'm not throwing something at it when it's already injured.
[He follows closely behind, eyes taking in the blaring sign heralding their arrival at the pokemon center. Breezing through the automatic doors, he places the bundle of feathers and frayed scarf ends down on the counter.
A glance over at the poor woman manning the station.]
If it were in its ball right now, it would be safe, not...bleeding everywhere.
[ He watches Doumeki interacting (if it can be called that) with the nurse, rolling his eyes at the other boy's bad manners. Luckily for them, Joy is sympathetic, and takes away the small pokemon. ]
I'm careful. [A look. He really doubts the logistics of shoving an injured bird into a small, round metallic contraption, okay? Call him old-fashioned, but this just does not fly D8.
He relaxes, slightly, however, when the bird is taken away. Huffing, he takes the tattered scarf left behind, and after giving it a look of consideration, trashes it. It's not like he can wear it anymore, anyway.
... now might be a good time to mention that both his sleeves are ridiculously torn, and it looks like the dark patches spreading across are not just from the bird itself. What can I say, pidgey claws suck.]
[..... does skimming count. He was in a hurry okay :|
He gives the other a look.]
... it's ripped. It needs mending.
[But he does end up sitting down heavily on a couch. Several days of non-stop traveling can do that to a person. The dratini pips a little, and curls its way up his head.
Are you an idiot? Why isn't it in its pokeball? We need to get it to the pokemon center, now!
[ BRB LEADING THE WAY. ]
Reply
[But because there's not much else to say to that, he follows. Have a frown, though.]
Reply
That's the whole point, idiot. You catch them. Didn't you read the manual?
[ He keeps glancing at the injured pidgey, leading Doumeki through the streets he's come to know so well. It takes five minutes--too long--to get them to the center. ]
Reply
I'm not throwing something at it when it's already injured.
[He follows closely behind, eyes taking in the blaring sign heralding their arrival at the pokemon center. Breezing through the automatic doors, he places the bundle of feathers and frayed scarf ends down on the counter.
A glance over at the poor woman manning the station.]
It needs to be healed. So heal it.
Reply
[ He watches Doumeki interacting (if it can be called that) with the nurse, rolling his eyes at the other boy's bad manners. Luckily for them, Joy is sympathetic, and takes away the small pokemon. ]
Don't be rude to a doctor!
Reply
He relaxes, slightly, however, when the bird is taken away. Huffing, he takes the tattered scarf left behind, and after giving it a look of consideration, trashes it. It's not like he can wear it anymore, anyway.
... now might be a good time to mention that both his sleeves are ridiculously torn, and it looks like the dark patches spreading across are not just from the bird itself. What can I say, pidgey claws suck.]
Reply
Watanuki catches the scarf before it hits the bin. ]
Don't--I know how to get the blood out.
[ It's said curtly, as he examines Doumeki's appearance with a critical eye. ]
...no consideration, too. How typical.
[ A dug on Doumeki's sleeve, deceptively gentle, leading him to one of the couches. ]
Sit down!
Reply
He gives the other a look.]
... it's ripped. It needs mending.
[But he does end up sitting down heavily on a couch. Several days of non-stop traveling can do that to a person. The dratini pips a little, and curls its way up his head.
A snort.]
This is a troublesome place.
Reply
[ God, you're talking as if he isn't a housewife. Have some faith in his homemaking skills.
He pulls his first aid kit from his pack, sliding Doumeki's jacket from his shoulders. ]
Well, you're a troublesome person, so I guess it's an even match.
Reply
[There, his faith. Have it. He shrugs out of his jacket, frowns and reaches for the first aid kit.]
You're the person who arrived here nearly three months ago. That would make you three times as troublesome.
Reply
[ It'll be done by tomorrow--if maybe a bit wet from soaking overnight to get the blood out.
He bandages those wounds, disinfecting them with a small pad of rubbing alcohol. It's a good thing Doumeki's so stoic. ]
This world isn't easy for me, you know.
Reply
[He shrugs, and attempts to take the bandages from the other so he can do it himself. He's not an invalid.]
It's not the spirits. [more of a statement than a question, really, since they establishes that three days ago. He waits for Watanuki to continue.]
Reply
Of course not. The ghosts here don't want to eat me.
[ He gropes for a way to explain--if he even wants to explain it--and gives up. It's a...lack of motivation, a lack of purpose. ]
Reply
He knows you. Therefore, he snorts, mildly.]
You miss them.
Reply
You think I miss the spirits?
[ Watanuki's head <<< >>>what Dou was trying to say. ]
Reply
You miss running from the spirits.
Reply
Leave a comment