THE FUTURE IS NO MORE ☆ devland

[roan ;]

In most cases, it was difficult for someone to truly fluster Roan. Even when he had been much younger, and more curious and bright-eyed, rather than his current exhausted state, he had never really been easy to surprise. He had always been curious about pretty much everything that had been going on around him, so instead of letting himself be surprised by everything that came next, he had investigated. Threw himself into books and interactions with others, explored every nook and cranny he was capable of finding during his young life... it had been fun, even if it seemed especially tiring to him now. However, even with all of his knowledge and the new, more composed personality he had as he neared true adulthood, Devland had managed to throw him off, somewhat. The other was just so... normal. He seemed like what the average teenager would be around Roan's age, and since Roan had been an only child, growing up in a time when the Typhoon had very few other kids, it was strange to experience. Not unpleasant, though, save for Devland's occasional whining and the fact that he was clearly trying to squirm out of treatment.

The siamese's agitation over the earlier comment was quick to fade, mainly because of Dev's quick compliments, something that Roan didn't hear often. Sure, the sage was thanked whenever he treated someone's wounds, but real compliments were rare, and the other's words made his face grow hot. Taking a deep breath, he found himself muttering in response, "I suppose you're right... I do take pride in it, though. A lot of pride. Especially since I learned from someone who was very talented..." He trailed off for a moment, his eyes growing a bit unfocused before he hastily shook his head. Now was not the time to go delving into his mind, or his feelings about his grandfather. Instead, he turned his attention back to his work, trying not to express the amusement that coiled in his chest, laughter threatening to bubble its way up at the way Devland stiffened and huffed with every little movement. At the mention of more warning, Roan finally allowed a snort of laughter to bubble forth, leaving his muzzle in a wave as he shook his head from side to side, "I didn't give you more of a warning so that you wouldn't tense up. If you got all stiff and anxious waiting for it, then it would only make the pain worse. Instead, I did it quick, like ripping off bandages." He let out a soft hum of satisfaction at his own explanation, his paw dipping down into the cocktail of herbs that he had created, soothingly rubbing the concoction against Devland's wound.

The feline took notice of the brief flash of a frown that appeared across Dev's face at the mention of family, but he didn't bring it up for now, simply noting it away for later. Instead, he turned his attention towards the bandages he was pulling forth from his bag, ready to lay them on the other's shoulder. Devland managed to catch him off guard once again, just as Roan had begun to wrap his shoulder carefully. The vaguely flirtatious comment caused the sage's face to grow hot once again, his paws fumbling slightly in his careful and meticulous work. He recovered quickly, however, muttering, "I wouldn't... wouldn't recommend it. If my mother heard you say that even once, she'd be drilling you with enough questions to make your head spin." Ignoring the way that his heart was pounding wildly in his chest, he then moved eagerly onto the next subject, "I think there have been a few times where my sister has called me Roro. It's a bit odd though, considering both my mom and I have similar name sounds, so we both share the ro." He was glad that his methods were seemingly working, considering he was nearly done bandaging Devland's shoulder entirely.

[glow=#BB3434,1,000]" stay by my side, high or low tide " ♡[/glow]