11-21-2020, 11:28 PM
SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON
It made sense that Torsten would grab one of the easier "patients," seeing as his younger brother didn't exactly have a wealth of medical knowledge to help him out. As others began to drag down their own plush turkeys to diagnose, Roan let his gaze linger on Torsten, head tilting to one side. He wondered how the younger male would deal with it, considering how soft and easily panicked Torsten could be. That wasn't a knock against his brother – Roan hadn't exactly been terribly brave or confident when he was little – but rather just a statement of fact. So, when the other pulled the splinter from the plushie's foot, the zombified feline felt a triumphant grin come to his muzzle, proud of how Torsten had handled it. Unfortunately, things could never be easy, so it wasn't long before the foot was losing stuffing, and Torsten began to panic. Heaving out a sigh, Roan glanced at the various turkeys that hadn't been taken yet before he made his way out from behind the table, intent on helping his brother.
Thankfully, it didn't seem as though he would be the only one chipping in this time. Rosemary came rushing over as well, the sage obviously having finished her own turkey without much fuss. Roan found a faint snort leaving him as he heard his aunt's words, chiming in with a rather blunt tone of voice, "Trust us, stuffing is much easier to deal with than blood is, Tors." It was a bit of a morbid comment, but the soothsayer had grown so numb to his work that he didn't see it that way. As he grew closer, he looked the turkey over, prodding one of his paws gently against the stuffed animal's foot. When he pulled his paw back, he muttered, "Even if he is alright with stitches, you can still bandage him up as well. Not everyone likes being able to see their stitches, and it makes it harder for them to get infected." This had been meant to be a simply fun event, but that didn't mean he couldn't be educational as well.
Thankfully, it didn't seem as though he would be the only one chipping in this time. Rosemary came rushing over as well, the sage obviously having finished her own turkey without much fuss. Roan found a faint snort leaving him as he heard his aunt's words, chiming in with a rather blunt tone of voice, "Trust us, stuffing is much easier to deal with than blood is, Tors." It was a bit of a morbid comment, but the soothsayer had grown so numb to his work that he didn't see it that way. As he grew closer, he looked the turkey over, prodding one of his paws gently against the stuffed animal's foot. When he pulled his paw back, he muttered, "Even if he is alright with stitches, you can still bandage him up as well. Not everyone likes being able to see their stitches, and it makes it harder for them to get infected." This had been meant to be a simply fun event, but that didn't mean he couldn't be educational as well.
DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!
— Reggan
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