[LOOK...IT. IT MAKES SENSE IN HIS FIFTEEN YEARS OLD BRAIN...
but he will wait, sitting on a curb between street lamps, frowning down at the state of himself. open hand gashes, the arm bite, the bile and blood on his shirt...
[it really do be that way sometimes. as archie had said, mightyena's the one that shows up first, sniffing and snuffling at martin's face, tail wagging slowly. it whines a little in concern, pressing up against him as the sound of archie's footsteps follow.]
Hey, Mart, [he comments as he skids over to crouch and inspect the damage. pretty bad, but he won't let martin see any of his doubts. talk about telling the kid to be honest, jeez.] I can wrap it up or heal it. Your call.
[Martin ducks from the snuffling snoot only out of worry that him getting any of his blood on him would make the Pokemon unwell, but he really does wish that he could indulge him better; it'd be nice to have a good Mightyena snuggle after this time.
he peeks up at Archie's approach, not even given the blessing of too-long hair to hide behind anymore!]
...Hi, Archie.
Can you...make this go away? [he lifts up his arm a little, the one he's cradling, where the dog bite remains.] Without getting hurt. My blood...
I don't need to touch the wound to heal it, [he says, holding a hand up. the pastel rainbow aura kicks in, starts floating around vaguely towards martin.] it'll hurt to heal, possibly. No more than the injury itself did. You good with this?
[archie reaches out and gently puts his hand on martin's other arm, using his free hand to take martin's own un-injured hand and avoid all the nasty darkov goop. gives his hand a squeeze.]
This won't take long. Tell me if you want me to let go.
[he nods his understanding, fixing his eyes on Archie's hand rather than the glow-action going on opposite it. his expression pinches and he bristles with a hiss when flesh starts to pull back together and repair the bite marks and gashes.
he gulps thickly, his eyes starting to sting.]
Haru...saw. Saw me. She knows what I'm like now.
[and she looked so terrified and sickened and he hates that a lot.]
Hey, it's been a tough month for everyone. You see her again when you're all better and fixed up and there's no reality meltin' goin' on and it'll be fine.
[he keeps his tone doggedly confident in that. one of them has to be.]
[mightyena is a smart dog. he knows martin is hesitant to pet him and knows that blood on him is some janky shit-- maybe through their shared dark type? it's not clear, but the dog does sit near martin. close enough that it should be a comforting presence, but far enough that it's not going to cause undue proximity anxiety. it's a fine line to walk. or... sit.]
I'd be more worried about it if she was happy about all this... it's only really somethin' you can work out after you're both safe and recovered.
I think so. [he says with a light sigh, checking martin over before withdrawing his hand to abate the healing anxiety.] Some bad people are doing stupid things because they want to hurt us. That's basically the root of a lot of our problems, actually.
[he makes a soft oh, quiet for a beat after the light has vanished. he stares at his arm and cautiously wiggles his fingers, half-expecting them to hurt, but...it's not so much a hurt as the kind of stiff ache one might get from sleeping with them curled up oddly. that's better than he expected.
bad people doing things to hurt them...like the riots? the people angry about them being here.
Martin hangs onto that one, but keeps those dark worries to himself. he lets himself get yanked up, steadying on his feet, feeling a bit leaden in the legs. he's been running on all cylinders all night, and exhaustion is getting to him.
he gently puts the back of his hand on Mightyena's head -- as much a pet as he can get away with and still avoid worrying of making him ill.]
...Sorry...for making you come out all this way for me. Thank you, though.
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[he'd be a lot more worried if he knew it was zombie bite.]
I'll help you, but you can't keep these things from them. They won't be angry with you or anything... where are you?
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[yeah but... they’d worry more than they need to. at least, that’s how he thinks.]
Remember that one street we delivered to? The one with the, uh...the gas place at the end of it? I’m by there.
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archie doesn't push it, but he certainly notes that.]
Yes, of course. I'll be there soon. Hold tight-- Mightyena might be there before me. He runs faster.
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[LOOK...IT. IT MAKES SENSE IN HIS FIFTEEN YEARS OLD BRAIN...
but he will wait, sitting on a curb between street lamps, frowning down at the state of himself. open hand gashes, the arm bite, the bile and blood on his shirt...
he kind of liked this shirt...
oh well.]
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Hey, Mart, [he comments as he skids over to crouch and inspect the damage. pretty bad, but he won't let martin see any of his doubts. talk about telling the kid to be honest, jeez.] I can wrap it up or heal it. Your call.
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he peeks up at Archie's approach, not even given the blessing of too-long hair to hide behind anymore!]
...Hi, Archie.
Can you...make this go away? [he lifts up his arm a little, the one he's cradling, where the dog bite remains.] Without getting hurt. My blood...
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but he doesn't want to show up to the house looking so tore up, either.
he exhales, then nods, fidgeting so he sits a little straighter, trying to put on a brave face.]
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This won't take long. Tell me if you want me to let go.
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he gulps thickly, his eyes starting to sting.]
Haru...saw. Saw me. She knows what I'm like now.
[and she looked so terrified and sickened and he hates that a lot.]
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[he keeps his tone doggedly confident in that. one of them has to be.]
Can you tell me what happened?
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...There was a dog. I think it was sick. Dead. It was going to bite her, so...
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She...had an axe? For a little while. Tried chopping it up, but it kept moving, so...we ran.
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[said dog whines. archie leans foward and nudges martin's shoulder with his own.]
I think what you did matters than anything else.
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unhappily:] I did what I was supposed to... But it isn't good to be around. She looked really unhappy...
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I'd be more worried about it if she was happy about all this... it's only really somethin' you can work out after you're both safe and recovered.
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[if at all. it requires taking initiative, which Martin is...historically bad at. he grimaces at another sting, but the flesh is closed now.]
Is this going to keep happening? Why are there...dead things moving now?
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bad people doing things to hurt them...like the riots? the people angry about them being here.
he looks back up at Archie.]
...How do we make them stop?
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[he sighs, holding his hand out to help martin up.]
We'll either get it soon or... [...] well, we'll get it soon.
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Martin hangs onto that one, but keeps those dark worries to himself. he lets himself get yanked up, steadying on his feet, feeling a bit leaden in the legs. he's been running on all cylinders all night, and exhaustion is getting to him.
he gently puts the back of his hand on Mightyena's head -- as much a pet as he can get away with and still avoid worrying of making him ill.]
...Sorry...for making you come out all this way for me. Thank you, though.
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[Rex. Andy.
they won't be happy to see him in the state he is. maybe if he can get cleaned up before they wake...
he nods.] Ye-yes. Sorry. I-I know the way from here.