He chuckles, "You're awfully opinionated for a pint-size," he says quietly, with no real bite to the comment.
Flamebringer growls against the pain, hearing Kisa screams their little noises at him from across the room while he practically lies prone for a few minutes while he catches his breath. His blood-low imagination could only conjure up that they were scolding him for moving, like they hadn't darted off without warning.
So screw him if he was worried it was going to try to single-handedly navigate this hostile environment all by itself!
He didn't move to sit back up for a few more seconds, not until he'd pulled himself together, then he leaned back and sat waiting for Kisa to return.
He closes his eyes tightly against the waves of pain. Its nothing. This was nothing. He would figure this out. He could feel his own elevated heartbeat in his head as his breathing sharpened with the ebb and flow of his own suffering.
That is until he feels something infinitely small put its weight on his leg and he blinks his eyes open blearily.
Oh, its just- its just Kisa.
Kisa who is climbing into his lap.
He's abruptly aware that he'd A) started to slip out of consciousness, which was a very bad sign, and B) Kisa was climbing over his legs and into his lap.
Belatedly, he hisses and starts to shift to remove them, only to stop immediately, freezing when his body protests. Crap he was in rough shape. He settles for cracking a tired eye open and making sure it doesn't do anything stupid. But... his message from earlier seemed to have gotten through it's hairy skull, because it doesn't make any moves to touch him with it's face, and he hadn't gotten much blood on his lower half so... it was probably fine.
Awkwardly, he settles back against the wall, feeling like somehow, annoyingly, he'd lost a fight against the fuzz-beast.
....
Its.... very small. And warm. Probably nothing compared to himself, the almost literal fire in his veins made him a deeply impractical space heater... but it was the warmth of a life. He startles when they start shaking. A noise accompanies it, like the quietest engine he's ever heard, gentle but rumbling. He squints at it, trying to see if Kisa was in any kind of pain, but they seemed content, happy even. Was this a fuzz-beast thing?
When there continues to be no negative reaction he just, relaxes and accepts it. What else can he do? He's in no shape to fix anything wrong with it, that's for sure.
... He watches it silently for a few minutes, gaze contemplative.
....
His hands are too bloodied from his wound, and he doesn't want to have more to clean up later- So he raises his tail, draping it over his left leg and gently wrapping it in a circle around the Kisa's tiny form, completely relaxed and loose if they wished to move. He can feel the small vibration's its making travel up his nerves, its a strange sensation... but not bad.
Its a sort of promise... to protect it, as it had tried its best to do for him.... and a thank you. Maybe it would be more practical to say it, since it seemed to understand him anyways, but he was tired. Kisa seemed smart... they would understand... he hoped.
It was a strange companionship. He let the nearly-silent and strange peace the little thing brought with it wash over him, paying no head to anything except the way he could feel Kisa's breathing against his thighs and tail, slowing his own breathing to match. He still hurt, and he did need to move. Soon. But for now, there was quiet.
Somebody needs to desperately teach Flamebringer what a cat is and what cats do help
Flamebringer growls against the pain, hearing Kisa screams their little noises at him from across the room while he practically lies prone for a few minutes while he catches his breath. His blood-low imagination could only conjure up that they were scolding him for moving, like they hadn't darted off without warning.
So screw him if he was worried it was going to try to single-handedly navigate this hostile environment all by itself!
He didn't move to sit back up for a few more seconds, not until he'd pulled himself together, then he leaned back and sat waiting for Kisa to return.
He closes his eyes tightly against the waves of pain. Its nothing. This was nothing. He would figure this out. He could feel his own elevated heartbeat in his head as his breathing sharpened with the ebb and flow of his own suffering.
That is until he feels something infinitely small put its weight on his leg and he blinks his eyes open blearily.
Oh, its just- its just Kisa.
Kisa who is climbing into his lap.
He's abruptly aware that he'd A) started to slip out of consciousness, which was a very bad sign, and B) Kisa was climbing over his legs and into his lap.
Belatedly, he hisses and starts to shift to remove them, only to stop immediately, freezing when his body protests. Crap he was in rough shape. He settles for cracking a tired eye open and making sure it doesn't do anything stupid. But... his message from earlier seemed to have gotten through it's hairy skull, because it doesn't make any moves to touch him with it's face, and he hadn't gotten much blood on his lower half so... it was probably fine.
Awkwardly, he settles back against the wall, feeling like somehow, annoyingly, he'd lost a fight against the fuzz-beast.
....
Its.... very small. And warm. Probably nothing compared to himself, the almost literal fire in his veins made him a deeply impractical space heater... but it was the warmth of a life. He startles when they start shaking. A noise accompanies it, like the quietest engine he's ever heard, gentle but rumbling. He squints at it, trying to see if Kisa was in any kind of pain, but they seemed content, happy even. Was this a fuzz-beast thing?
When there continues to be no negative reaction he just, relaxes and accepts it. What else can he do? He's in no shape to fix anything wrong with it, that's for sure.
... He watches it silently for a few minutes, gaze contemplative.
....
His hands are too bloodied from his wound, and he doesn't want to have more to clean up later- So he raises his tail, draping it over his left leg and gently wrapping it in a circle around the Kisa's tiny form, completely relaxed and loose if they wished to move. He can feel the small vibration's its making travel up his nerves, its a strange sensation... but not bad.
Its a sort of promise... to protect it, as it had tried its best to do for him.... and a thank you. Maybe it would be more practical to say it, since it seemed to understand him anyways, but he was tired. Kisa seemed smart... they would understand... he hoped.
It was a strange companionship. He let the nearly-silent and strange peace the little thing brought with it wash over him, paying no head to anything except the way he could feel Kisa's breathing against his thighs and tail, slowing his own breathing to match. He still hurt, and he did need to move. Soon. But for now, there was quiet.