09-14-2019, 04:54 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-14-2019, 04:57 PM by selby roux !.)
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Selby glanced at Kiira as she approached, not thinking much of her appearance. "Do you think you could—" he began, only to be cut off as she began to speak. He could hardly believe her words. Her own groupmates were injured before her and she wanted to debate the morals of the situation? What a crock of shit.
"Do whatever you want," he snapped at her harshly, gigantic ears flattening in his burst of anger. "I should think that your own groupmates might have taken priority over a philosophical debate or a Pittian, but go ahead. If you need supplies, my bag’s right here. Be my fucking guest." He didn’t have much experience with his fellow medic, but if this is how she chose to be, then he might be inclined to keep it that way. Maybe his words had been harsh or uncalled for, but with all the Pitt had done to them lately, Selby couldn’t find it within himself to bring up a module of empathy for them. Sam, Beck, Pastel, Moth, and even Kiira herself. He struggled to find a reason for her sympathy for them. Moth began to stir under his paws, and his attention turned to her.
The medic listened to her questions and prepared his answers for them, trying to make them as concise and non threatening as possible. "He’s over there," he said, gesturing over to where the Pittian lay. "No one else is hurt, and it’s gonna stay that way. Stay still for me please, you dislocated your arm and I have to reset it."
"Do whatever you want," he snapped at her harshly, gigantic ears flattening in his burst of anger. "I should think that your own groupmates might have taken priority over a philosophical debate or a Pittian, but go ahead. If you need supplies, my bag’s right here. Be my fucking guest." He didn’t have much experience with his fellow medic, but if this is how she chose to be, then he might be inclined to keep it that way. Maybe his words had been harsh or uncalled for, but with all the Pitt had done to them lately, Selby couldn’t find it within himself to bring up a module of empathy for them. Sam, Beck, Pastel, Moth, and even Kiira herself. He struggled to find a reason for her sympathy for them. Moth began to stir under his paws, and his attention turned to her.
The medic listened to her questions and prepared his answers for them, trying to make them as concise and non threatening as possible. "He’s over there," he said, gesturing over to where the Pittian lay. "No one else is hurt, and it’s gonna stay that way. Stay still for me please, you dislocated your arm and I have to reset it."