it took too long }} horn growth

[roan ;]

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Much like Danny and very much unlike Vayne, Roan was able to pick up on the tones in people's voices. After all, it was part of what he had been trained to do as a medic. He needed to be able to pick up on the little changes in people, especially if they weren't willing to be upfront and honest about things. As a result, the soothsayer couldn't help the annoyance that spread through him as he heard Alexandre's words, rolling his eyes in response. Was the other really still stuck on this? He really needed to get his shit together, or else he was going to get a fairly sharp talking to from either Roan himself, or Roxie – depending on if the medic talked to her about it or not. Either way, when he returned back over to Alexandre's side, he swung his tail a bit roughly towards the other's shoulder. As he did so, he muttered out in a tired and vaguely annoyed tone, "Watch it. Here." He made it sound as though he was talking about the "dogwater" comment, but the action very clearly had a double meaning. Either way, he placed a few poppy seeds in front of his brother, motioning for the other to eat them. He didn't say anything more about the little jab at the other, not feeling the need to – he had no time for petty drama, especially when more important things were going on. Hell, Alex had more important things to focus on, like his recovery.

With the poppy seeds dealt with, the siamese then sat back down nearby, looking over the small horns that had grown out of Alexandre's head. He muttered as he inspected them, his tail twitching behind him, "...It'll be interesting to see how they grow. Depending on how they do, it could end up being an issue. Never want two pairs of horns getting caught up in each other." If that ended up being the case, though, the horns could always be filed or cut down with a bit of effort. Roan had seen his mama do it to her own horns several times before, usually right around when there were a lot of kids around, and she didn't want someone getting seriously hurt. Silently, the meeic found himself glad that his own horns were hardly ever an issue. While yes, the ends of them were sharp, they were generally in a position where they wouldn't poke anyone except for him, if he happened to lay the wrong way. That meant that, thankfully, he didn't have to worry about any young patients scrambling around him and managing to hurt themselves on his horns. He also didn't really think he'd be growing a second set anytime soon, considering he was long past his period of growth, and he didn't really want a second pair, either. Too much hassle, at least to him.

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