08-11-2020, 02:01 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 60%; min-height: 8px; font-family: arial; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 25px"]For as much as he was trying to slip out of the medical treatment, his attention was focused heavily on Roan. He watched the frustration melt slowly from the healer's face only to be replaced by a blush from the compliment. Devland hummed softly in amusement at that. "It certainly seems like you learned a lot from them." He might have asked more about Roan's teacher, but the shadow that crossed over the other's face read, 'do not enter.' Besides, the topic of conversation was shifting.
Devland simply pouted when it was obvious Roan was trying not to laugh at him. In a few heartbeats, however, the medic was chuckling, and despite being laughed at, the corners of Devland's lips twitched upwards as he fought a smile. "Your logic might be airtight, Roan, but think about my poor, fragile heart," the boy whined, pouting like a horrifically petulant child. He placed a paw over his chest to emphasize his point. His paw fell as Roan began to place the poultice on his wound. Devland's nose crinkled, and he shifted uncomfortably. "What's all in this? It's a lot different than the one I made. Not that mine was better... Ugh." He seemed agitated at that memory. "Just curious."
Tired eyes observed Roan as he reached for the bandages. A fleeting thought came to him then: now was the perfect moment to run. Roan was distracted, and Devland could be fast if he needed. He felt himself tense, but before he could fully commit to the idea, Roan had turned back to bandage his shoulder. The havana might have sighed deeply, but the way Roan flushed from his earlier comment made him laugh. "Roan, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were blushing," his spoke matter-of-factly. "Do you let all of your patients fluster you like this or am I special?" He tried to pretend not to notice the way Roan stumbled in wrapping his shoulder, but his little smirk gave him away.
He tilted his head as Roan spoke of his mother, purposefully getting in the way of Roan's work. "Well, I'll have you know I'm pretty good at answering questions. I know too many things, so I'm sure I'd offer her good answers." He tipped his head closer to his shoulder, hoping it would stall Roan but knowing it wouldn't. "She might actually get fed up. I've heard I have a tendency to ramble." As the other male continued on about his sister's nickname for him, Devland nodded. "Hm, fine, fine. I was planning on sticking with Roan anyhow - unless you actually are partial to beloved," he presented the other a lopsided grin, looking up at Roan before laughing breezily and shaking his head.
"Oh, hey!" he said, opting for yet another change in subject, twisting again as Roan worked, "What's your favorite bug? Say you had to pick your favorite insect. What would it be?" Was the question straight out of left field? Yes. Did Devland really care? No. His brain just worked that way.
Devland simply pouted when it was obvious Roan was trying not to laugh at him. In a few heartbeats, however, the medic was chuckling, and despite being laughed at, the corners of Devland's lips twitched upwards as he fought a smile. "Your logic might be airtight, Roan, but think about my poor, fragile heart," the boy whined, pouting like a horrifically petulant child. He placed a paw over his chest to emphasize his point. His paw fell as Roan began to place the poultice on his wound. Devland's nose crinkled, and he shifted uncomfortably. "What's all in this? It's a lot different than the one I made. Not that mine was better... Ugh." He seemed agitated at that memory. "Just curious."
Tired eyes observed Roan as he reached for the bandages. A fleeting thought came to him then: now was the perfect moment to run. Roan was distracted, and Devland could be fast if he needed. He felt himself tense, but before he could fully commit to the idea, Roan had turned back to bandage his shoulder. The havana might have sighed deeply, but the way Roan flushed from his earlier comment made him laugh. "Roan, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were blushing," his spoke matter-of-factly. "Do you let all of your patients fluster you like this or am I special?" He tried to pretend not to notice the way Roan stumbled in wrapping his shoulder, but his little smirk gave him away.
He tilted his head as Roan spoke of his mother, purposefully getting in the way of Roan's work. "Well, I'll have you know I'm pretty good at answering questions. I know too many things, so I'm sure I'd offer her good answers." He tipped his head closer to his shoulder, hoping it would stall Roan but knowing it wouldn't. "She might actually get fed up. I've heard I have a tendency to ramble." As the other male continued on about his sister's nickname for him, Devland nodded. "Hm, fine, fine. I was planning on sticking with Roan anyhow - unless you actually are partial to beloved," he presented the other a lopsided grin, looking up at Roan before laughing breezily and shaking his head.
"Oh, hey!" he said, opting for yet another change in subject, twisting again as Roan worked, "What's your favorite bug? Say you had to pick your favorite insect. What would it be?" Was the question straight out of left field? Yes. Did Devland really care? No. His brain just worked that way.
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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