The thing... it makes a noise at him. Small, squeaky. It seems to be showing him its feet? He sees pads on the bottoms, adapted for rough terrain. He does his best in the low lighting to inspect them, there's no blood. No cuts. He does notice that he got some blood on its cheek and he hisses, okay he needs to find some way to clean that off at some point.
It moves and pushes its nose against his fingers and he flinches- almost drops it, barely stopping his fingers from loosening on instinct. "Nonono- No! No! Don't do that." He hisses at it. Thankfully it'd gone for his left hand which was not leaking a gratuitous amount of blood all the way from his shoulder down to his fingers- "Do you want to explode?" He tries to level his tone out, "Don't. Lick. The blood." He says sternly, ignoring the way his voice almost, almost, shakes.
He was a cold blooded mercenary for crying out loud, this stupid- this beast's safety shouldn't be getting to him like this-
Its squirms in his hands, it wanted down, he thinks. He hesitates, staring it in the eyes, "Okay. Okay. But don't- Don't touch the blood. Don't lick it. Okay?"
He was probably fighting a losing battle trying to reason with it. But, crap. He had to deal with his own injuries. And he couldn't just sit here awkwardly holding it until it understood. He didn't even know if it could.
He would- he would try to keep an eye on it. If he had to find something to tie it up to something until he could make sure he wouldn't smear itself in oripathy tainted blood, so help him, he would. He wouldn't be surprised if he got bit for his troubles. But what was one more at this point. From a much smaller jaw.
Maybe it was stupid to get so worked up over a fuzz beast but screw it. He- he didn't want to deal with it exploding on him.
He slowly, slowly, puts it down. Keeping an eye on it, tensed and prepared for it to bolt. With his reflexes he might be able to snag it with his hands or tail before it slipped away, but it was so small, and he wasn't exactly in the best of shape. He gave it a look, pleading for it to just, stay. He didn't have the energy to deal with it.
Thankfully it doesn't bolt. Instead it grabs something out of its vest. Huh. Smart fuzz beast.
It brandishes whatever it grabbed at him, he squints, his dark vision isn't bad, but its nothing to a feline or vulpo's. It looks like an ID. The kind he would see on Rhodes. But the way the text is formatted is slightly different, same with the symbols...
And the language.
He knew a few different languages, came with his life and his job. But he didn't recognize this one. The only thing he could make an educated guess at was that the top item on the list looked like it might be a name?
"...Kisa?" He asks, "Is that your name?" he leans back against the wall, "Or so I'm guessing. Sorry fuzzy." he sighs, not annoyed at it, just at the whole mess he'd found himself in, although he doesn't think being able to read the fuzz beast's name tag would probably change much, "I can't read that. But I appreciate the thought."
When it doesn't make any move to try to touch him again immediately, he lets his eyes close and he rests the back of his head against the wall. He could feel the touches of light-headedness coming on, even sitting on the ground like this, and he was starting to develop a headache. That probably wasn't related to anything.
Crap... he was really in it now.
This wasn't even the worst set of circumstances he'd gotten himself into. Hah. He'd seen some real nasty business in his lifetime. But... it sure could be better.
He needed to get up in a second to do something about his injury. He was wasting time. Time he might not have. But he just. Needed a moment.
He cracked an eye to keep it trained on his strange friend.
He lifts his fingers to tap at the rock-like patches on his cheekbone, "Trust me... you don't want oripathy." he sighs, he doesn't know why he felt compelled to talk about this, maybe it was the bloodloss making him loopy. "First you start growing rocks like me, and then well. You eventually explode." He snorts, not that there was anything funny about it. "'Eventually' being pretty vague. I'm not even sure how long I've been an infected now..." he trails off, it'd been a long time ago now... that was for sure. "... Or how long i have left."
((interesting thing kitty might notice is that Flamebringer's own ears have lowered, it is not a perfect mirror of cat behavior, but she might clock it all the same as a sign of pain/distress.))
NO KITTY [TW Discussion of Terminal Illness]
It moves and pushes its nose against his fingers and he flinches- almost drops it, barely stopping his fingers from loosening on instinct. "Nonono- No! No! Don't do that." He hisses at it. Thankfully it'd gone for his left hand which was not leaking a gratuitous amount of blood all the way from his shoulder down to his fingers- "Do you want to explode?" He tries to level his tone out, "Don't. Lick. The blood." He says sternly, ignoring the way his voice almost, almost, shakes.
He was a cold blooded mercenary for crying out loud, this stupid- this beast's safety shouldn't be getting to him like this-
Its squirms in his hands, it wanted down, he thinks. He hesitates, staring it in the eyes, "Okay. Okay. But don't- Don't touch the blood. Don't lick it. Okay?"
He was probably fighting a losing battle trying to reason with it. But, crap. He had to deal with his own injuries. And he couldn't just sit here awkwardly holding it until it understood. He didn't even know if it could.
He would- he would try to keep an eye on it. If he had to find something to tie it up to something until he could make sure he wouldn't smear itself in oripathy tainted blood, so help him, he would. He wouldn't be surprised if he got bit for his troubles. But what was one more at this point. From a much smaller jaw.
Maybe it was stupid to get so worked up over a fuzz beast but screw it. He- he didn't want to deal with it exploding on him.
He slowly, slowly, puts it down. Keeping an eye on it, tensed and prepared for it to bolt. With his reflexes he might be able to snag it with his hands or tail before it slipped away, but it was so small, and he wasn't exactly in the best of shape. He gave it a look, pleading for it to just, stay. He didn't have the energy to deal with it.
Thankfully it doesn't bolt. Instead it grabs something out of its vest. Huh. Smart fuzz beast.
It brandishes whatever it grabbed at him, he squints, his dark vision isn't bad, but its nothing to a feline or vulpo's. It looks like an ID. The kind he would see on Rhodes. But the way the text is formatted is slightly different, same with the symbols...
And the language.
He knew a few different languages, came with his life and his job. But he didn't recognize this one. The only thing he could make an educated guess at was that the top item on the list looked like it might be a name?
"...Kisa?" He asks, "Is that your name?" he leans back against the wall, "Or so I'm guessing. Sorry fuzzy." he sighs, not annoyed at it, just at the whole mess he'd found himself in, although he doesn't think being able to read the fuzz beast's name tag would probably change much, "I can't read that. But I appreciate the thought."
When it doesn't make any move to try to touch him again immediately, he lets his eyes close and he rests the back of his head against the wall. He could feel the touches of light-headedness coming on, even sitting on the ground like this, and he was starting to develop a headache. That probably wasn't related to anything.
Crap... he was really in it now.
This wasn't even the worst set of circumstances he'd gotten himself into. Hah. He'd seen some real nasty business in his lifetime. But... it sure could be better.
He needed to get up in a second to do something about his injury. He was wasting time. Time he might not have. But he just. Needed a moment.
He cracked an eye to keep it trained on his strange friend.
He lifts his fingers to tap at the rock-like patches on his cheekbone, "Trust me... you don't want oripathy." he sighs, he doesn't know why he felt compelled to talk about this, maybe it was the bloodloss making him loopy. "First you start growing rocks like me, and then well. You eventually explode." He snorts, not that there was anything funny about it. "'Eventually' being pretty vague. I'm not even sure how long I've been an infected now..." he trails off, it'd been a long time ago now... that was for sure. "... Or how long i have left."
((interesting thing kitty might notice is that Flamebringer's own ears have lowered, it is not a perfect mirror of cat behavior, but she might clock it all the same as a sign of pain/distress.))