07-04-2018, 11:45 AM
————- The library was, undoubtedly, one of Clementine's favorite places to be. Though she was still learning how to read, her many, many... many days stuck indoors and unable to go out and play with others had rendered her a little more capable than others her age to read. In other words, it was much an escape for a little girl with so many health problems- to go to a world where she wasn't her, where she could imagine adventure, intrigue, and maybe even a little bit of fluffy storybook romance. Mayhaps instead of shutting herself away again, it would have been more use of the little girl to go explore and meet more of her clan mates, yet she found the library drawing her. More so, she wanted to find those odd French books that her father had. He didn't have many of them, and it was doubtless that she wasn't going to ask in case she wasn't supposed to find them in the first place, but she was determined to learn the odd language.
Of course, she was hardly expecting to find Izuku in such a state when she entered, either. Granted she didn't know the poor creature who was now curled up in an agonizing pain, but it wasn't hard to miss him either. Winding through the shelves of books and the little nooks and crannies of the library, it wasn't long before she stumbled upon him. Her little green eyes went wide, her breath hitching in shock at the sight of it. It wasn't that she was new to pain, but what was that sparking on his paws? The questions and horror were written stark across her little face as her gaze darted desperatly, thinking of what to do, what she could even do. Get someone? But who? And what would they do? Much like him she found herself frozen in place, her breathing slightly shaking past parted lips as she tried to pull her thoughts together.
"Mister?" she dared to breathe softly, her voice uncertain as she took a few steps closer- she avoided his sparking paws, of course, because even she knew that it was likely something dangerous. "Can you hear me?" she then asked- perhaps he couldn't? Maybe he was in some sort of daze? He was crying. It was no daze. Clementine swallowed uneasily, then sunk to the floor on her belly as she crawled a little closer, not daring to touch, nor invade his space, but trying to find his eyes. Her father always said eye-contact was important when you were talking to people- something she much needed to practice. Maybe it would help? "Can you talk? Try deep breaths! That helps me when I need to calm down. A-and I won't leave you, either! Does that sound okay?" Her ears twitched at another little spark from his paw, her head canting curiously so that it rested on her own paws. She began to open her mouth to ask- but seemed to have the foresight to stop herself from pestering the poor sobbing thing on the floor. "Do you want me to get someone for you?"
Of course, she was hardly expecting to find Izuku in such a state when she entered, either. Granted she didn't know the poor creature who was now curled up in an agonizing pain, but it wasn't hard to miss him either. Winding through the shelves of books and the little nooks and crannies of the library, it wasn't long before she stumbled upon him. Her little green eyes went wide, her breath hitching in shock at the sight of it. It wasn't that she was new to pain, but what was that sparking on his paws? The questions and horror were written stark across her little face as her gaze darted desperatly, thinking of what to do, what she could even do. Get someone? But who? And what would they do? Much like him she found herself frozen in place, her breathing slightly shaking past parted lips as she tried to pull her thoughts together.
"Mister?" she dared to breathe softly, her voice uncertain as she took a few steps closer- she avoided his sparking paws, of course, because even she knew that it was likely something dangerous. "Can you hear me?" she then asked- perhaps he couldn't? Maybe he was in some sort of daze? He was crying. It was no daze. Clementine swallowed uneasily, then sunk to the floor on her belly as she crawled a little closer, not daring to touch, nor invade his space, but trying to find his eyes. Her father always said eye-contact was important when you were talking to people- something she much needed to practice. Maybe it would help? "Can you talk? Try deep breaths! That helps me when I need to calm down. A-and I won't leave you, either! Does that sound okay?" Her ears twitched at another little spark from his paw, her head canting curiously so that it rested on her own paws. She began to open her mouth to ask- but seemed to have the foresight to stop herself from pestering the poor sobbing thing on the floor. "Do you want me to get someone for you?"
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