oh west - journal

[roan ;]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Roan watched closely as Izuku weakly attempted to assure Bokarsi that he was fine, his limbs somewhat flailing in an attempt to communicate the motion of get away without truly saying something so rude. The younger boy could tell that Izuku wasn't telling the whole truth of things – he had inherited his mother's own perceptive nature – but he didn't comment on that figuring the other would just grow more embarrassed about lying and being confronted. The other kit is quick to tell him that everything is alright once his attention is on Roan, and the little draconic male found himself nodding along anyways, even though he didn't really believe it. He was curious about why Izuku would shove his emotions and concerns down like that, but he didn't voice that just yet, figuring perhaps he could ask about it later. Usually he just asked questions as soon as they popped into his head, but that was also usually because adults didn't particularly care. They were always quick to answer his questions even around others, because usually they didn't try to keep secrets like Izuku was doing at the moment. A faint frown flicked over Roan's face as he thought about it, mumbling to Izuku, "Well... at least the whole thing isn't ruined, right? It could've been a lot worse!"

Turning his attention now to Bokarsi's actions, Roan found himself wincing slightly when he saw the other wiping the ink off of Izuku and onto themselves. It wasn't a particularly clean system, nor was it actually that amazing of a cleaning method either. It just sort of seemed like the mess was getting more pushed around, rather than dealt with. Taking a deep breath, Roan looked down at his paws for a moment before he turned, rushing off through the sand. It took several minutes before he returned, this time with a couple of black towels clenched in his jaws as he trotted along, using a great deal of effort just to avoid dragging the towels through the sand below. Once he was all the way back to the scene of the incident, he dropped the towels down, saying helpfully, "Here we go! My mama and I have plenty of towels, so I'm sure she won't mind you and Bokarsi using a couple to clean yourselves up. Plus, these are the black ones, so the ink won't even stain them all that bad!" It was all he could think of to do in order to help, since he didn't know anything about journal care or how to take the pages out without just ruining everything else inside.