Post by Orca on Oct 26, 2010 1:39:38 GMT -5
Luckily for him, it seemed Sparky hadn't noticed the lycan comment. Nonetheless, he directed a glare the other boy's way, a glare that turned into first surprise, then satisfaction when the kid hit the ground, out cold for the time being.
"I'm fine," was his response to Sparky, though even from the short reply one could hear utter exhaustion in his words. He dragged himself up, using Sparky to balance himself. The lycan hurt all over, and he was so, so tired. The immense amount of physical activity, pain, and blood loss he'd just endured had left him a wreck.
A happy wreck.
He couldn't wipe the grin from his face. This was the most fun he'd had in... in.... how long? Forever, it seemed. He cast his gaze over to the motionless body on the floor, thinking. He was glad Sparky'd taken the time to fix the kid up; after all, if he had gone and died, Orca would be without anyone to play with. He stared at the bandages, a sudden thought causing him to move forward, dragging Sparky with him.
"Gotta do somethin' real quick, Spark."
He shouldn't even be up, but somehow the wolf endurance lasted, though he could feel a welcome blackness coming on with every lurching step. Finally at the boy's prone body, he crouched down, one hand rummaging around in the bag Sparky held until he found what he wanted. Holding the much-worn quill in his hand -- this is what Sparky had been so pissed about? -- he leaned in, and grabbed Gabriel's bandaged hand. He wrote with his usual terrible, barely legible scrawl, and when he was done he gave the unconscious boy a smirk, then handed the quill to Sparky.
"'Kay, let's go, Spark. You still owe me that date, by the way."
Putting his arms around his friend, partly just to be annoying and partly because if he didn't he would have fallen and never gotten up, Orca ushered Sparky out thedoor hole in the wall, too tired to speak any further. Sleep forever sounded nice.
And, he really hoped his new friend back there on the ground liked the message he'd left him, written like you'd sign a friend's cast.
lets do this again
xoxo orca
"I'm fine," was his response to Sparky, though even from the short reply one could hear utter exhaustion in his words. He dragged himself up, using Sparky to balance himself. The lycan hurt all over, and he was so, so tired. The immense amount of physical activity, pain, and blood loss he'd just endured had left him a wreck.
A happy wreck.
He couldn't wipe the grin from his face. This was the most fun he'd had in... in.... how long? Forever, it seemed. He cast his gaze over to the motionless body on the floor, thinking. He was glad Sparky'd taken the time to fix the kid up; after all, if he had gone and died, Orca would be without anyone to play with. He stared at the bandages, a sudden thought causing him to move forward, dragging Sparky with him.
"Gotta do somethin' real quick, Spark."
He shouldn't even be up, but somehow the wolf endurance lasted, though he could feel a welcome blackness coming on with every lurching step. Finally at the boy's prone body, he crouched down, one hand rummaging around in the bag Sparky held until he found what he wanted. Holding the much-worn quill in his hand -- this is what Sparky had been so pissed about? -- he leaned in, and grabbed Gabriel's bandaged hand. He wrote with his usual terrible, barely legible scrawl, and when he was done he gave the unconscious boy a smirk, then handed the quill to Sparky.
"'Kay, let's go, Spark. You still owe me that date, by the way."
Putting his arms around his friend, partly just to be annoying and partly because if he didn't he would have fallen and never gotten up, Orca ushered Sparky out the
And, he really hoped his new friend back there on the ground liked the message he'd left him, written like you'd sign a friend's cast.
lets do this again
xoxo orca