08-04-2018, 11:13 PM
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It had been a long time since he had been put in his (albeit occasionally rightful) place, with very little authoritative figures caring too much to smack him when he got a bit too mouthy or when his shit-eating grin couldn't be wiped off with anything else. He wasn't an egotistical individual by any means, but he had a stubborn streak a mile long that often made him insufferable at the worst times. He could throw insults around if he wanted, share a little sharp banter, and so far Gabriel was doing nothing but feeding the flames. In his defense, if things got out of hand, Gabriel had allowed him and Des had been left unsupervised.
"No promises, but I'll try my best to spare you for now since you don't have an easy means of escaping right now," either way, he was setting himself up perfectly to be smacked upside the head if Gabriel decided he had enough, but Des wouldn't have gotten offended. He had it coming for years now. As for the statement, it earned him more of a chuckle than him drinking actually did, and without missing a beat he slid his own drink over and lapped at it, only to snort and nearly choke on the liquid when Gabriel spoke up once more.
"Hey now - let's not waste a perfectly good bottle of Vodka. You can hit me over the head with anything else in this room, but spare the alcohol, it didn't do anything to you," he dipped down to drink a bit more, before leaning back into a sitting position and licking his maw, suddenly grateful for the warmth it filled him with. It hadn't worked it's magic yet, and there was too little in his system to really do anything to begin with, but at least it took his mind off of Gabriel's previous comment, on which he didn't elaborate or question Des' response. That helped significantly as well.
"Right then," he didn't wast any more time with pleasantries, finally getting to the reason that Gabriel was here in his hut instead of the medics'. He was sure they could have done what he did as well, it was common knowledge among them given that it was, quite literally, their job... but they had a tendency to act far more worried and ask too many unnecessary questions... and didn't offer alcohol or a good conversation. The quiet often unnerved the canine enough to have taken shit into his own hands as a result.
With a breath to steady himself, he stood up and nodded towards the hybrid, before placing a paw firmly on the area the wing was broken, bandages and soothing poultice already waiting by his side. "Gonna... count down from three, alright?" he offered, then shifted around to gain more leverage in the position, starting his countdown once that was done.
"Three... two... one," at the last number, he firmly tugged the bones of the appendage into place, feeling them click into place with satisfaction but gritting his teeth as the feeling resembled the exact opposite. Gabriel was right that he was far more used to breaking bones than fixing them... the memories that flashed through his head were hard to stop, but easy to rid as he focused back on the present, grabbing the poultice and smearing it on, then following with the bandages to firmly wrap around the wing.
"There. All done... you feel like getting your ribs bandaged as well, or do you prefer just being careful to avoid having to look like a mummy come back from the dead?"
It had been a long time since he had been put in his (albeit occasionally rightful) place, with very little authoritative figures caring too much to smack him when he got a bit too mouthy or when his shit-eating grin couldn't be wiped off with anything else. He wasn't an egotistical individual by any means, but he had a stubborn streak a mile long that often made him insufferable at the worst times. He could throw insults around if he wanted, share a little sharp banter, and so far Gabriel was doing nothing but feeding the flames. In his defense, if things got out of hand, Gabriel had allowed him and Des had been left unsupervised.
"No promises, but I'll try my best to spare you for now since you don't have an easy means of escaping right now," either way, he was setting himself up perfectly to be smacked upside the head if Gabriel decided he had enough, but Des wouldn't have gotten offended. He had it coming for years now. As for the statement, it earned him more of a chuckle than him drinking actually did, and without missing a beat he slid his own drink over and lapped at it, only to snort and nearly choke on the liquid when Gabriel spoke up once more.
"Hey now - let's not waste a perfectly good bottle of Vodka. You can hit me over the head with anything else in this room, but spare the alcohol, it didn't do anything to you," he dipped down to drink a bit more, before leaning back into a sitting position and licking his maw, suddenly grateful for the warmth it filled him with. It hadn't worked it's magic yet, and there was too little in his system to really do anything to begin with, but at least it took his mind off of Gabriel's previous comment, on which he didn't elaborate or question Des' response. That helped significantly as well.
"Right then," he didn't wast any more time with pleasantries, finally getting to the reason that Gabriel was here in his hut instead of the medics'. He was sure they could have done what he did as well, it was common knowledge among them given that it was, quite literally, their job... but they had a tendency to act far more worried and ask too many unnecessary questions... and didn't offer alcohol or a good conversation. The quiet often unnerved the canine enough to have taken shit into his own hands as a result.
With a breath to steady himself, he stood up and nodded towards the hybrid, before placing a paw firmly on the area the wing was broken, bandages and soothing poultice already waiting by his side. "Gonna... count down from three, alright?" he offered, then shifted around to gain more leverage in the position, starting his countdown once that was done.
"Three... two... one," at the last number, he firmly tugged the bones of the appendage into place, feeling them click into place with satisfaction but gritting his teeth as the feeling resembled the exact opposite. Gabriel was right that he was far more used to breaking bones than fixing them... the memories that flashed through his head were hard to stop, but easy to rid as he focused back on the present, grabbing the poultice and smearing it on, then following with the bandages to firmly wrap around the wing.
"There. All done... you feel like getting your ribs bandaged as well, or do you prefer just being careful to avoid having to look like a mummy come back from the dead?"
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