*BLU didn't even pull back from the head pats, something was very, very wrong here. He dropped back down on all fours and paced back and forth for a minute, nails clicking on the linoleum floor.
He didn't have much else to do so he ended up tugging the blanket around and out of RED's hands, making sure it covered his injured leg. He didn't know what he should do for the man, other than get help. Of course he was currently in the body of the person who was supposedly a medic. Though how she healed people as a dog he had no idea.
What else could he do? He paced around some more before deciding on bringing RED a pillow from the couch.*
[Eyeing the offered pillow for a moment, RED finally reacted, nodding his head and rubbing his eyes. His expression remained unchanged as he spoke, his voice a low rasp.]
Right. I should try and get some rest before she comes back. Can't sleep with her next to me.
[He carried the blanket and cushion with him, hobbling to the couch in the den. He worked his way onto the seat, the physical pain from his knee only a minor problem in his mind at that moment.]
*Good. You get some rest and don't die right in front of him when he can't do anything about it. He'll question RED about the whole 'sleeping next to Pyro' thing when he's back in his own body. Which can't happen soon enough for him.
He gobbles up the bits of jerky on the floor before following RED into the den and plopping down on the rug. At least being furry made everything comfortable, and warm.*
[Lying on the couch, RED spent a good twenty minutes just staring at the ceiling; while the constant throbbing from his knee was dulled by the medication, his mind was still plagued. A betrayal by someone he thought he could trust- it was something he'd thought would never happen to him again, that he'd thought he wouldn't allow to happen to him again. It was his reason for being who he was, for being so averse to the very concept of attachment: it only created ways to be injured, wounded in a way no hospital could heal.
He kicked himself inwardly for being so foolish, for thinking for half a second he needed anyone but himself in Paradise or anywhere else. He'd told the pup a lot that didn't need repeating, and never before had he said anything. Chibi had always been content to listen, allowing him to empty his head and clear his mind. With his parents gone and no one else to turn to, he'd thought he could trust the dog. They were loyal creatures, obedient until the end.
There was something off about Chibi's behavior, but RED was so appalled by the apparent backstabbing from the only being he considered somewhat of a comrade— maybe even a friend— that he was blind to it. All he felt at that moment was ire burning a hole in his chest, coupled with melancholy that pressed him down.
RED closed his eyes. The sooner he recovered, the sooner he could leave the city. Dragons or not, the woods were a far better alternative to staying near people.]
*BLU flicked his ears back and forth, watching RED stare at the ceiling. He didn't know what was wrong but he had worn that same expression himself a time or two before, whatever had happened was worse than usual and RED was taking it pretty damn hard. No matter how much RED wanted to blame the pain medication or his injuries, BLU had a hunch this was more personal and emotional than the other Sniper would ever let on.
He sighed through his nose, wondering what he was going to do if he woke up on the floor back in Cassidy's human form. This was already weird enough. On the other hand he might wake up as himself, in which case Cassidy would be the one to deal with an angry RED in the morning.
He curled up into a ball, eyeing his tail that he still couldn't figure out how to work. He spent a good half hour trying to figure out how to get it to move, but he still had no idea what muscles he needed to flex to make it move. Not that he needed or wanted to be able to wag his tail, but it would probably be helpful to balance and keep him from crashing headfirst into the snow some more.
Eventually he fell asleep, flopped on his side, occasionally twitching and making running motions in his sleep.*
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Date: 2012-01-18 09:48 am (UTC)He didn't have much else to do so he ended up tugging the blanket around and out of RED's hands, making sure it covered his injured leg. He didn't know what he should do for the man, other than get help. Of course he was currently in the body of the person who was supposedly a medic. Though how she healed people as a dog he had no idea.
What else could he do? He paced around some more before deciding on bringing RED a pillow from the couch.*
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Date: 2012-01-18 10:01 am (UTC)Right. I should try and get some rest before she comes back. Can't sleep with her next to me.
[He carried the blanket and cushion with him, hobbling to the couch in the den. He worked his way onto the seat, the physical pain from his knee only a minor problem in his mind at that moment.]
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Date: 2012-01-18 10:26 am (UTC)He gobbles up the bits of jerky on the floor before following RED into the den and plopping down on the rug. At least being furry made everything comfortable, and warm.*
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Date: 2012-01-18 11:14 am (UTC)He kicked himself inwardly for being so foolish, for thinking for half a second he needed anyone but himself in Paradise or anywhere else. He'd told the pup a lot that didn't need repeating, and never before had he said anything. Chibi had always been content to listen, allowing him to empty his head and clear his mind. With his parents gone and no one else to turn to, he'd thought he could trust the dog. They were loyal creatures, obedient until the end.
There was something off about Chibi's behavior, but RED was so appalled by the apparent backstabbing from the only being he considered somewhat of a comrade— maybe even a friend— that he was blind to it. All he felt at that moment was ire burning a hole in his chest, coupled with melancholy that pressed him down.
RED closed his eyes. The sooner he recovered, the sooner he could leave the city. Dragons or not, the woods were a far better alternative to staying near people.]
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Date: 2012-01-18 11:32 am (UTC)He sighed through his nose, wondering what he was going to do if he woke up on the floor back in Cassidy's human form. This was already weird enough. On the other hand he might wake up as himself, in which case Cassidy would be the one to deal with an angry RED in the morning.
He curled up into a ball, eyeing his tail that he still couldn't figure out how to work. He spent a good half hour trying to figure out how to get it to move, but he still had no idea what muscles he needed to flex to make it move. Not that he needed or wanted to be able to wag his tail, but it would probably be helpful to balance and keep him from crashing headfirst into the snow some more.
Eventually he fell asleep, flopped on his side, occasionally twitching and making running motions in his sleep.*