02-24-2019, 01:14 AM
[align=center]action — "speech" — thoughts
[div style="background: linear-gradient(to right, #464C5A, #757f96, #464C5A); width: 500px; height: 2px;"]The feline was there in a blur of monochrome and a sour expression on his face. Upon arrival, he lowered to his haunches and tossed his satchel off of his shoulders to empty its contents to the floor with a clatter. Bottles, vials, and crude medical instruments to the likes of bandages and scissors landed in a disarray, and swiftly Crow turned over several amber hued jars before selecting one. Peppermint. It was known to relieve tension. He unscrewed the cap, dripped some onto a cloth he held, then appeared to breathe icy water into it with his paws, a quirk he had picked up with practice.
"This is gonna be cold, Ignis," he warned with a grimace as he firmly placed and held the cloth to the back of the guy's neck so that he could not squirm away. "Just bear with us. You're gonna be okay."
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