03-29-2020, 03:46 PM
Blits hadn't expected for not just one, but for three people to arrive to see what he had done to injure himself. His head lifted up a little from the ground, looking at the first to show up. His face scrunched up a little when he was insulted with the term 'dumbass'. However, such was quickly shook away from his mind. Usually whenever the insult was tossed his way it was used in a loving way. Its insulting ability was quickly shook from him, and dismissed for its hostile intent. "Ah, rocks aren't bugs. So it shouldn't get infected," Blits reassures with a nod of his horned head. Infection certainly came from bugs. Or acid. He was fairly certain that acid was another way that something could get infected. Rotten food, too. His jaws had opened to give Aphra an answer, but he was swiftly interrupted.
"It wasn't entertaining, yea." Blits mistakes the other's words - something that he usually tends to do whenever he can't quite comprehend the meaning behind it. Being told that injury could be exciting? Such a thing his fried mind could not grasp at all. Blits hadn't exactly interacted with Octane enough to know about how he got his thrills. Blits' ideas of fun and excitement were far from putting himself in any form of a dangerous situation. Any of them, all of them were mostly prohibited by his logic. He didn't like it when his husband got into danger. The same likely applied for when he got in danger as well. Therefore, all the Sinornithosaurus could do was simply agree that the aching and pain in his foot certainly was no form of entertaining. He curls his tail a little closer while trying to curl the talons of his hurt foot. Blits winces as pain shoots up, sharp teeth gritting. He certainly remembers why pain certainly far from a pleasant emotion. Usually he never would have a way to do something so outrageously harmful to get himself injured. His tasks never would allow for such a thing.
Finally, Michael arrives. Blits' orange gaze flickers over, another distraction to the question that Aphra had asked of him as to how he had actually gotten injured in the first place. He notes the nod and the sigh. Sure, he can't quite grasp why the other is sighing, but it really isn't his place to question such a thing. Probably out of breath or something of the like, his tail curling behind him to fall to a different position. The question Aphra asked is returned to his mind, and his eyes flicker as he remembers that yes, he'd meant to answer such a thing. "Oh! Well, I had a great thought. Get lots of those but this was a real head turner. I wanted to figure out what kind of bird I was. I'm too big to be a pigeon and I don't have enough legs to be a jellyfish," Blits waves one of his wings as if to explain that his feathers did not qualify as enough limbs, "so I decided the logical answer was either a chicken or a stork. I think I remember storks being pretty good at kicking snakes. Couldn't find any snakes so I, uh, kicked a rock. It didn't move." His tone falters briefly with his last statement, probably upset over his failproof plan to determine his bird species ending in failure.
"It wasn't entertaining, yea." Blits mistakes the other's words - something that he usually tends to do whenever he can't quite comprehend the meaning behind it. Being told that injury could be exciting? Such a thing his fried mind could not grasp at all. Blits hadn't exactly interacted with Octane enough to know about how he got his thrills. Blits' ideas of fun and excitement were far from putting himself in any form of a dangerous situation. Any of them, all of them were mostly prohibited by his logic. He didn't like it when his husband got into danger. The same likely applied for when he got in danger as well. Therefore, all the Sinornithosaurus could do was simply agree that the aching and pain in his foot certainly was no form of entertaining. He curls his tail a little closer while trying to curl the talons of his hurt foot. Blits winces as pain shoots up, sharp teeth gritting. He certainly remembers why pain certainly far from a pleasant emotion. Usually he never would have a way to do something so outrageously harmful to get himself injured. His tasks never would allow for such a thing.
Finally, Michael arrives. Blits' orange gaze flickers over, another distraction to the question that Aphra had asked of him as to how he had actually gotten injured in the first place. He notes the nod and the sigh. Sure, he can't quite grasp why the other is sighing, but it really isn't his place to question such a thing. Probably out of breath or something of the like, his tail curling behind him to fall to a different position. The question Aphra asked is returned to his mind, and his eyes flicker as he remembers that yes, he'd meant to answer such a thing. "Oh! Well, I had a great thought. Get lots of those but this was a real head turner. I wanted to figure out what kind of bird I was. I'm too big to be a pigeon and I don't have enough legs to be a jellyfish," Blits waves one of his wings as if to explain that his feathers did not qualify as enough limbs, "so I decided the logical answer was either a chicken or a stork. I think I remember storks being pretty good at kicking snakes. Couldn't find any snakes so I, uh, kicked a rock. It didn't move." His tone falters briefly with his last statement, probably upset over his failproof plan to determine his bird species ending in failure.
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FULZANIN is a 19 year old content creator. Currently roleplaying as Beezlebub in the Pitt and Jotunhel in the Typhoon. Time spent outside of work and writing is typically done in Creatures of Sonaria. FULZANIN is also in a happy relationship, and is aegosexual/asexual herself.
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