[CLOSED] Not exactly a cat, but...

[ceilingitou]

Characters: Greta Izuru and Kamotaro Itou
Content: Greta visits Itou after the mage invasion in the Victoria.
Setting: Itou's quarters
Time: Late afternoon
Warnings: N-nothing. Really!

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[kumahachi_kiss]

Her visit to Ms. Takano hadn't taken all that long. Since her eyesight returned and all she suffered were third-degree burns, the doctor had just given her a salve to help cool the sting of them. Greta was glad for it-- it was her first time being in serious pain like this, and there was still a little bit of survivor's shock left over

[ceilingitou]

Itou stifled a groan at the knock, roused from the sleep he had just been falling into. He'd forgotten about the cabin girl. Or rather, he didn't think she'd come up immediately. "Give me a bit," he replied muzzily, getting to his feet and pulling the nearest available clean shirt on.

He had to play nice with this one, but given the state he was in, he was at a loss on how to manage just that. It didn't look like any of his cuts were visible under his shirt, but there was a darkening bruise on his jaw. He didn't need glasses to know that he probably looked like shit. Still, he opened the door to greet his little visitor, putting on a smile.

"Miss Izura," he said, blinking at her in the hopes that it would clear his vision. No such miracle. Was that a dog at her feet?

[kumahachi_kiss]

Greta strained to hear a reply after the rustle of sheets sounded within. "Ah, okay," she chirped in response. Had she disturbed him from sleeping? She hoped not. Mr. Itou probably needed it. She'd try to make her visit quick then. The little girl waited patiently, perking up when finally the door started opening.

The battered and bruised sight of him made her inexplicably guilty (even though a majority of it was probably not her fault). "Oh, Mr. Itou..." She gestured to the cart. "I brought you some tea, but I don't know if it'll be enough to thank you..."

Vincent tilted his head at seeing Itou, sniffing his hand for a moment before sitting back down, wagging his tail approvingly.

[ceilingitou]

He made a rough appropriation of what that thing was at her feet and realized that it was probably a large dog-thing. If he remembered correctly, it could also breathe fire. Well then. He was very glad it liked him.

"Miss Izura, there's really no need to thank me. I'm only happy that you're all right. Come in, come in," he ushered smoothly, gesturing to the interior of his room. "I have to apologize for the state that I'm in. It's hard to clean up when I knock my head on every other wall at every other step." His eyesight wasn't that bad, but some exaggeration wouldn't go amiss. It at least excused his less-than presentable state.