02-22-2020, 08:47 PM
[align=center][div style="width:70%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px; font-family: helvetica;"]Bokarsi, unlike Izuku, did own a proper journal to write on, with utensils and everything. Though, the journal itself was to be presented to their handler for a grade once they returned home. They treated it more as an assignment than a hobby.
They were in the process of nosing about the territory when they heard a whine. Bokarsi paused, momentarily narrowing their eyes as they scanned the horizon for anything out of ordinary. Finally, they spotted another child, face down in the dirt with black liquid surrounding him. The dhole child frowned in worry, quickly shuffling over to the green furball. With a flick of their tail, they maneuvered their staff with telekinesis, aiming to give Izuku a firm poke in the ribs. "Excuse me, are you...alright? Hurting?"
Frankly, the kitten looked horrendous. Various injuries littered his body and he looked distraught. If he was dying, then Bokarsi would have to act fast. They spotted the ruined journal. "Is this yours?" They asked with a blink, pawing at the book and frowning when their paw became covered in ink. If it belonged to the green child and if the child was on death's door, then they would try their best to restore the item and bury it alongside him.
Though, first they would need to wipe the ink off him. They quickly rummaged through their satchel and frowned even deeper when they found no cloth. How unfortunate. "Please hold still," they murmured, determined as they tried to wipe Izuku's eye clean of ink with their paw, set on using their fur as a rag. The concept of personal boundaries or rushing off to find a rag did not even cross their mind.
They were in the process of nosing about the territory when they heard a whine. Bokarsi paused, momentarily narrowing their eyes as they scanned the horizon for anything out of ordinary. Finally, they spotted another child, face down in the dirt with black liquid surrounding him. The dhole child frowned in worry, quickly shuffling over to the green furball. With a flick of their tail, they maneuvered their staff with telekinesis, aiming to give Izuku a firm poke in the ribs. "Excuse me, are you...alright? Hurting?"
Frankly, the kitten looked horrendous. Various injuries littered his body and he looked distraught. If he was dying, then Bokarsi would have to act fast. They spotted the ruined journal. "Is this yours?" They asked with a blink, pawing at the book and frowning when their paw became covered in ink. If it belonged to the green child and if the child was on death's door, then they would try their best to restore the item and bury it alongside him.
Though, first they would need to wipe the ink off him. They quickly rummaged through their satchel and frowned even deeper when they found no cloth. How unfortunate. "Please hold still," they murmured, determined as they tried to wipe Izuku's eye clean of ink with their paw, set on using their fur as a rag. The concept of personal boundaries or rushing off to find a rag did not even cross their mind.