07-29-2020, 11:42 AM
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Thankfully, it didn't take long before Michael lead him directly to the Sage. He was quiet for a moment, watching Michael's small exchange with Roan. Slight annoyance trickled into Devland's head when Michael walked off without an introduction or explanation, but he supposed the bobcat was probably busy. Moreover, he had been kind enough to lead Devland here. Besides, Devland knew he didn't need Michael to explain things - Devland wasn't some helpless child.
'Oh,' the brown feline thought, 'he's talking.' Devland had almost missed the other's introduction. The boy's head tilted to one side at Roan's words. "Aren't you kinda young for all of that? We're practically the same age, and you're in charge of all healing here?" His words weren't barbed or condescending. Instead, they contained a genuine curiosity. Plus, he was totally not stalling. Half-lidded eyes watched too closely as Roan pulled medical supplies from his bag, and Devland wasn't able to hide the slight crinkle of his nose. He forced the grimace to disappear.
He did stifle a laugh at the other's next string of words. He hummed lightly, replying, "Well, unless that was your application to be my shrink, the shoulder's the only thing I'm here for." Instinctively, like he had done at his joining, Devland angled his head so his wound was difficult to look at without angling yourself in a strange way. "I, um, got into kind of a weird situation. Nothing super-major though, but I think it's infected. I kept trying to treat it, but everything I did made it worse. Herbs all kind of run together in my head." He offered the other a sheepish grin before laughing airily. "But I guess there's a reason you're a healer and I'm not, hm?"
He hesitated then, fighting the panic that was slowly but surely rising in the pit of his stomach. He needed to continue thinking of conversation topics. "Oh! Silly me," he began, grinning warmly now, "It's nice to meet you, Roan. And I apologize for not introducing myself. My name is Devland Taji. Feel free to call me either or even both, I really don't mind." He paused briefly, acting as though he was considering his next words with care despite having already planned everything out. "Though, you know, I can't say I'm too fond of nicknames. How about you, hm? Guy like you's probably got a nickname or two?"
He was definitely stalling.
Thankfully, it didn't take long before Michael lead him directly to the Sage. He was quiet for a moment, watching Michael's small exchange with Roan. Slight annoyance trickled into Devland's head when Michael walked off without an introduction or explanation, but he supposed the bobcat was probably busy. Moreover, he had been kind enough to lead Devland here. Besides, Devland knew he didn't need Michael to explain things - Devland wasn't some helpless child.
'Oh,' the brown feline thought, 'he's talking.' Devland had almost missed the other's introduction. The boy's head tilted to one side at Roan's words. "Aren't you kinda young for all of that? We're practically the same age, and you're in charge of all healing here?" His words weren't barbed or condescending. Instead, they contained a genuine curiosity. Plus, he was totally not stalling. Half-lidded eyes watched too closely as Roan pulled medical supplies from his bag, and Devland wasn't able to hide the slight crinkle of his nose. He forced the grimace to disappear.
He did stifle a laugh at the other's next string of words. He hummed lightly, replying, "Well, unless that was your application to be my shrink, the shoulder's the only thing I'm here for." Instinctively, like he had done at his joining, Devland angled his head so his wound was difficult to look at without angling yourself in a strange way. "I, um, got into kind of a weird situation. Nothing super-major though, but I think it's infected. I kept trying to treat it, but everything I did made it worse. Herbs all kind of run together in my head." He offered the other a sheepish grin before laughing airily. "But I guess there's a reason you're a healer and I'm not, hm?"
He hesitated then, fighting the panic that was slowly but surely rising in the pit of his stomach. He needed to continue thinking of conversation topics. "Oh! Silly me," he began, grinning warmly now, "It's nice to meet you, Roan. And I apologize for not introducing myself. My name is Devland Taji. Feel free to call me either or even both, I really don't mind." He paused briefly, acting as though he was considering his next words with care despite having already planned everything out. "Though, you know, I can't say I'm too fond of nicknames. How about you, hm? Guy like you's probably got a nickname or two?"
He was definitely stalling.
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[glow=black,200,600]all of your flaws and all of my flaws[/glow]
devland taji / the typhoon / beta / tags / penned by redamancy
[glow=black,1,100]they lie there hand in hand