[Interaction] Dammit Kiba I'm a doctor not a stripper

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Who: Kiba and Sakura
Where: The crash site under a tree how (quaint)
When: Day one: An hour or two post-crash

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[ilikeurmangoes]

*Tiredly watches the father and son head off, thankful they were the last in line for the time being. He's been taking a breather for the last few minutes, sitting on this log here, completely pooped from you know, dragging bodies around and generally patching people up with Sakura.*

Want I should go find it for you doll? *Kind of really hopes she says 'no' because man, aren't there bodies still in there! On the beach, that's one thing, but creepily chilling in the fuselage? At the very least, he's been busy enough to not worry about his dog for a while.*

*Even though the sun has mostly dried out his clothes they're still damp, and he pulls out his shirt to try and ring some water out but there isn't really any there.* You should take a minute doll, doctor yourself up. *Isn't looking at her when he talks; debates taking off his jeans to let those dry as well.* Sure you got blood in all the wrong places.

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*Luckily was already sitting since the boy was so small, but god she is already so sick of sand. Looks tiredly down at the sparse supplies they have, laid out on a blanket. A pile of clean(ish) clothes torn into strips, a large bottle of water that was almost empty, a few smaller bottles of varying fullness, and a travel-sized, beat-up first-aid kit that was missing neosporin and antiseptic but it did have gum for some reason. Great.*

No... I've got people out looking and keeping an eye out. *Like everyone she patched up, for instance, and some people just saw that she was helping and happened to bring over water they found, so that was nice.*

*Would tell him to stop calling her doll, but she lacks the energy and well she doesn't want him to know that she remembers his dog's name and not his. Frowns/squints up at him even if he doesn't look at her, scrutizing him for the first time since the crash.*

...Your leg. *Looks down at it, then back up at him.* Are you gonna keep pretending you're fine? *Oh she's onto you.*

[ilikeurmangoes]

*Shrugs, pressing a hand to his thigh.* I dunno. You gonna keep pretending you know my name? *So onto you back, and looks up at her through all those purdy lashes. Just lets that silence sit there for a minute before making a scoffing noise.* It's Kiba. Ki. Ba. Why is that hard to remember, it's two freakin' syllables.

*Bristles but that's it, he's done, all those hurt feelings are gone with the tide.* It's been kinda gimp for a few years so don't worry your pretty little head. Ain't a thing you could do for it. 'sides, I'm fine on it. *Okay well if she noticed it being bad, she probably noticed the wincing and stuff. Which he is not admitting to.*

*Feels all dried out from the sea water and sea air, and scoots closer, nodding at the water bottle which has quickly become apparent is his way of pointing and indicating.* Cool if I get a drink? Feel like I ate six bags of chips. *Which is a bad idea and he won't do it again. Rests his elbows on his knees and folds his hands together.*

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*Erk. Looks at him in silence after he calls her out on it, and she thinks she's got a poker face but oh she doesn't, it's so clear he's right. Him and his damn purdy eyelashes, ugh, but she keeps his gaze