Help Wanted: Eggs for Herbs!
Jul 14, 2020 11:48:13 GMT -5
Post by Bucky on Jul 14, 2020 11:48:13 GMT -5
He was concerned when he Obsidian growled at Zenith, but it was not the machine man that got the business end. It was Bucky. He blinked owlishly, thinking to himself how he’d never been bitten so -calmly- by any creature before.
Busk
Bucky didn’t pull his arm back, allowing the Obsidian to do what it felt it needed to do before the wher pulled his head back and licked his tongue across both the new and old wound, cleaning up some of the excess blood. The wounds still oozed, but at least now it looked less like a crime scene.
Bucky marveled at the little creature, his eyes glistening with perhaps a bit more than just childlike wonder as he gave the obsidian an appreciative stroke over his eye ridge. The Obsidian eyeballed Zenith as he came near, but Bucky soothed him.
“I have no idea.” Bucky responded dazedly to Zenith’s query, sounding much too happy about being mauled.
Absurdly, Bucky wondered if perhaps he shouldn’t get his arm mended. Did they feed on their bonded’s blood entirely? Did he need to keep an open wound? The Obsidian projected his disinterest in further feeding on Bucky’s arm, huffing out a snort at the thought. It seemed like it was typically just a one time thing.
“Thank you.” Bucky held the arm up to look at Zee’s handiwork. “I appreciate that, but I’m pretty tough. I got some stuff at the ol’ tent I can put on things that’ll draw the red right on out. But uh.. yeah if it gets out of hand I’ll get myself to whatever they’ve got that’s closest to a doctor around here.”
But it looked like the robot man might have found a friend! Aww! Bucky bit back a squee in the back of his throat at the sight of Zenith interacting with the little surfer, causing Busk to roll his eyes and grab Bucky by the sleeve. He needed to get his idiot bond out of more trouble, and get the man to give him some actual real food.
“Oh! I think he’s hungry ah… thank you again!” He lifted Busk up off the floor. At first the where seemed keen to protest before thinking otherwise. Hm, alright. Maybe he’d be a little more at face level with enemy combatants this way.
Buckets of meat! Oh, but the alchemist was a little busy. His mouth had opened for a moment to ask for something to feed his where, but he looked awful busy dragging a bucket for someone else. That was ok, he could find it himself! Retracing where the man had come from, he uncovered an especially convenient bucket of meat and pulled it over to an empty part of the room. Generally, he hated assuming a certain level of hospitality, but with the mad urgency of biting and bonding creatures, perhaps taking a few liberties would be less intrusive than bothering the host.
Busk made a gruff sound of relief. Finally! His mouth opened wide for Bucky to drop some gobbits of meat down his maw and he practically inhaled them.
Busk Protecc
Busk Attacc
But also, Busk must Snacc.
“Aweeeee, Busky baybee, you’re the one! You make food time -lots- of fun!” Bucky baby-sang to the tune of some popular Sesame Street ditty. The Obsidian’s eyes glazed over, just a tiny bit dead inside. Boy was this guy lucky he was around to protect this hapless human. Whazzit was going to eat this guy alive otherwise.
Busk
Bucky didn’t pull his arm back, allowing the Obsidian to do what it felt it needed to do before the wher pulled his head back and licked his tongue across both the new and old wound, cleaning up some of the excess blood. The wounds still oozed, but at least now it looked less like a crime scene.
Bucky marveled at the little creature, his eyes glistening with perhaps a bit more than just childlike wonder as he gave the obsidian an appreciative stroke over his eye ridge. The Obsidian eyeballed Zenith as he came near, but Bucky soothed him.
“I have no idea.” Bucky responded dazedly to Zenith’s query, sounding much too happy about being mauled.
Absurdly, Bucky wondered if perhaps he shouldn’t get his arm mended. Did they feed on their bonded’s blood entirely? Did he need to keep an open wound? The Obsidian projected his disinterest in further feeding on Bucky’s arm, huffing out a snort at the thought. It seemed like it was typically just a one time thing.
“Thank you.” Bucky held the arm up to look at Zee’s handiwork. “I appreciate that, but I’m pretty tough. I got some stuff at the ol’ tent I can put on things that’ll draw the red right on out. But uh.. yeah if it gets out of hand I’ll get myself to whatever they’ve got that’s closest to a doctor around here.”
But it looked like the robot man might have found a friend! Aww! Bucky bit back a squee in the back of his throat at the sight of Zenith interacting with the little surfer, causing Busk to roll his eyes and grab Bucky by the sleeve. He needed to get his idiot bond out of more trouble, and get the man to give him some actual real food.
“Oh! I think he’s hungry ah… thank you again!” He lifted Busk up off the floor. At first the where seemed keen to protest before thinking otherwise. Hm, alright. Maybe he’d be a little more at face level with enemy combatants this way.
Buckets of meat! Oh, but the alchemist was a little busy. His mouth had opened for a moment to ask for something to feed his where, but he looked awful busy dragging a bucket for someone else. That was ok, he could find it himself! Retracing where the man had come from, he uncovered an especially convenient bucket of meat and pulled it over to an empty part of the room. Generally, he hated assuming a certain level of hospitality, but with the mad urgency of biting and bonding creatures, perhaps taking a few liberties would be less intrusive than bothering the host.
Busk made a gruff sound of relief. Finally! His mouth opened wide for Bucky to drop some gobbits of meat down his maw and he practically inhaled them.
Busk Protecc
Busk Attacc
But also, Busk must Snacc.
“Aweeeee, Busky baybee, you’re the one! You make food time -lots- of fun!” Bucky baby-sang to the tune of some popular Sesame Street ditty. The Obsidian’s eyes glazed over, just a tiny bit dead inside. Boy was this guy lucky he was around to protect this hapless human. Whazzit was going to eat this guy alive otherwise.