Medkit

“Ah... Maybe this dress wasn't the best idea...’

*Banhammer had no idea how to feel about that. His tail wagged ever so slightly at the thought, though…*

“Ah... Maybe this dress wasn't the best idea...’

“Ah... Maybe this dress wasn't the best idea...’

“Ah... Maybe this dress wasn't the best idea...’

(Mentions of alcohol and vomit. Continue at your own risk)

(Also feel free to interact with him if you wanna bother him lelele)

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Banhammer is alone in his house now, laying on the couch in a tank top and sweatpants, groaning softly as he holds his head and tries to keep the room from spinning like a carousel. His breath absolutely reeks of alcohol from his latest trip to the bar.

Today. was. AWFUL.

First off, he passed out somewhere completely random yesterday after getting way too drunk, he doesn’t even know how he didn’t get his wallet stolen…he honestly barely remembered what happened that day.

Then, Rocket picked a fight with him over accidentally breaking Sword’s arm during a sparring session gone wrong, which had led to a very alarming encounter from Venomshank.

The encounter ended in his favor, but only after receiving a nasty bite wound on his right arm, which was now bandaged using his blindfold. He didn’t have the energy to find a real bandage right now…

Suddenly, a strong bout of nausea hit him like a train, as the Warden covered his mouth and grabbed the bucket he’d placed nearby the couch, coughing and retching up the bile that has been forming in his stomach. Once he was done, he simply emptied it in the sink, and sank back onto the couch with the bucket.

*He just wanted to sleep now. Sleep until this stupid pain went away. He hated hangovers, he wishes he could drink more and not have to deal with these.*

*He got up and answered the door, ready to deck whoever it was across the jaw, but kind of looked suprised when he realized it was Medkit*

“…oh…hey Kit…what is it…?”

“I see my gut was right about your current condition.. something told me I had to come check up on you, glad I did..”

—The deer sighed, one of his ears gave a slight flick in sign of annoyance, he hated being right sometimes.—

*He opened the door to let Medkit inside, flopping right back into the couch where he was laying. He let Medkit sit down first though, plopping down right on his legs. Hope he isn’t too heavy for you, Medkit.*

—Medkit didn't seem to mind the weight of Banhammer on his legs, in fact he kind of liked it. He was sort of like a weighted blanket, to the deer's eyes.—

—Medkit then reached into the small briefcase he always carried, pulling out a bottle of water, a pack of apple juice and some headache medicine, along with a vitamin and rehydration powder he'd mix into the water before offering everything to Banhammer—

“…thanks…”

*Hopefully it would stay down long enough to help him. He had previously tried to eat something shortly after arriving home, and given he just hurled right before Medkit arrived…yeah, he’s a tiny bit worried about that*

“So.. mind telling me what happened, hm..? These wounds certainly didn't just appear all by themselves...”

*He removed the blindfold once the wound was healed, and letting out a heavy sigh. He feels utterly awful and exhausted and weak. Weak, weak, WEAK. He did not like the feeling. Not one bit.*

*He didn’t seem to mind Medkit playing with his locs. Usually he’s touchy about people grabbing his hair, but…this felt nice…he couldn’t quite explain how he felt about the deer Inphernal and his visits…this wasn’t the first time he’d be patching up his wounds from a rough battle*

—Medkit glanced down at Banhammer as he gently moved a few locs away from the Warden's face, wanting to see his eyes.. it was a strange sight, Medkit had rarely ever seen Banhammer without his characteristic blindfold.. but he seemed to like the sight.—

—The deer kept playing with the Warden's locs, his touch was sweet and gentle, all while the undeniable sound of a deer's tail wagging against the couch began ringing out. Medkit wasn't even aware he was wagging his tail.. he enjoyed his company, he enjoyed visiting him.—

*The large, sleepy Warden adjusted his position slightly so his head and body were most comfortable, still in a position where Medkit could continue playing with his locs, slowly closing all 4 of his eyes and beginning to snore*

*…Wow. That was fast. He’s a heavy sleeper too. Nothing is gonna wake him up once he’s asleep…except if he gets sick again, probably…*

—To see the mighty Warden of The Banlands asleep like this... He couldn't help but find it sweet. A yawn escaped Medkit, he gently fixed up his posture just enough so his back would be straight against the couch instead of hunched over like a shrimp.—

(Mentions of alcohol and vomit. Continue at your own risk)

(Also feel free to interact with him if you wanna bother him lelele)

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Banhammer is alone in his house now, laying on the couch in a tank top and sweatpants, groaning softly as he holds his head and tries to keep the room from spinning like a carousel. His breath absolutely reeks of alcohol from his latest trip to the bar.

Today. was. AWFUL.

First off, he passed out somewhere completely random yesterday after getting way too drunk, he doesn’t even know how he didn’t get his wallet stolen…he honestly barely remembered what happened that day.

Then, Rocket picked a fight with him over accidentally breaking Sword’s arm during a sparring session gone wrong, which had led to a very alarming encounter from Venomshank.

The encounter ended in his favor, but only after receiving a nasty bite wound on his right arm, which was now bandaged using his blindfold. He didn’t have the energy to find a real bandage right now…

Suddenly, a strong bout of nausea hit him like a train, as the Warden covered his mouth and grabbed the bucket he’d placed nearby the couch, coughing and retching up the bile that has been forming in his stomach. Once he was done, he simply emptied it in the sink, and sank back onto the couch with the bucket.

*He just wanted to sleep now. Sleep until this stupid pain went away. He hated hangovers, he wishes he could drink more and not have to deal with these.*

*He got up and answered the door, ready to deck whoever it was across the jaw, but kind of looked suprised when he realized it was Medkit*

“…oh…hey Kit…what is it…?”

“I see my gut was right about your current condition.. something told me I had to come check up on you, glad I did..”

—The deer sighed, one of his ears gave a slight flick in sign of annoyance, he hated being right sometimes.—

*He opened the door to let Medkit inside, flopping right back into the couch where he was laying. He let Medkit sit down first though, plopping down right on his legs. Hope he isn’t too heavy for you, Medkit.*

—Medkit didn't seem to mind the weight of Banhammer on his legs, in fact he kind of liked it. He was sort of like a weighted blanket, to the deer's eyes.—

—Medkit then reached into the small briefcase he always carried, pulling out a bottle of water, a pack of apple juice and some headache medicine, along with a vitamin and rehydration powder he'd mix into the water before offering everything to Banhammer—

“…thanks…”

*Hopefully it would stay down long enough to help him. He had previously tried to eat something shortly after arriving home, and given he just hurled right before Medkit arrived…yeah, he’s a tiny bit worried about that*

“So.. mind telling me what happened, hm..? These wounds certainly didn't just appear all by themselves...”

*He removed the blindfold once the wound was healed, and letting out a heavy sigh. He feels utterly awful and exhausted and weak. Weak, weak, WEAK. He did not like the feeling. Not one bit.*

*He didn’t seem to mind Medkit playing with his locs. Usually he’s touchy about people grabbing his hair, but…this felt nice…he couldn’t quite explain how he felt about the deer Inphernal and his visits…this wasn’t the first time he’d be patching up his wounds from a rough battle*

—Medkit glanced down at Banhammer as he gently moved a few locs away from the Warden's face, wanting to see his eyes.. it was a strange sight, Medkit had rarely ever seen Banhammer without his characteristic blindfold.. but he seemed to like the sight.—

—The deer kept playing with the Warden's locs, his touch was sweet and gentle, all while the undeniable sound of a deer's tail wagging against the couch began ringing out. Medkit wasn't even aware he was wagging his tail.. he enjoyed his company, he enjoyed visiting him.—

(Mentions of alcohol and vomit. Continue at your own risk)

(Also feel free to interact with him if you wanna bother him lelele)

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Banhammer is alone in his house now, laying on the couch in a tank top and sweatpants, groaning softly as he holds his head and tries to keep the room from spinning like a carousel. His breath absolutely reeks of alcohol from his latest trip to the bar.

Today. was. AWFUL.

First off, he passed out somewhere completely random yesterday after getting way too drunk, he doesn’t even know how he didn’t get his wallet stolen…he honestly barely remembered what happened that day.

Then, Rocket picked a fight with him over accidentally breaking Sword’s arm during a sparring session gone wrong, which had led to a very alarming encounter from Venomshank.

The encounter ended in his favor, but only after receiving a nasty bite wound on his right arm, which was now bandaged using his blindfold. He didn’t have the energy to find a real bandage right now…

Suddenly, a strong bout of nausea hit him like a train, as the Warden covered his mouth and grabbed the bucket he’d placed nearby the couch, coughing and retching up the bile that has been forming in his stomach. Once he was done, he simply emptied it in the sink, and sank back onto the couch with the bucket.

*He just wanted to sleep now. Sleep until this stupid pain went away. He hated hangovers, he wishes he could drink more and not have to deal with these.*

*He got up and answered the door, ready to deck whoever it was across the jaw, but kind of looked suprised when he realized it was Medkit*

“…oh…hey Kit…what is it…?”

“I see my gut was right about your current condition.. something told me I had to come check up on you, glad I did..”

—The deer sighed, one of his ears gave a slight flick in sign of annoyance, he hated being right sometimes.—

*He opened the door to let Medkit inside, flopping right back into the couch where he was laying. He let Medkit sit down first though, plopping down right on his legs. Hope he isn’t too heavy for you, Medkit.*

—Medkit didn't seem to mind the weight of Banhammer on his legs, in fact he kind of liked it. He was sort of like a weighted blanket, to the deer's eyes.—

—Medkit then reached into the small briefcase he always carried, pulling out a bottle of water, a pack of apple juice and some headache medicine, along with a vitamin and rehydration powder he'd mix into the water before offering everything to Banhammer—

“…thanks…”

*Hopefully it would stay down long enough to help him. He had previously tried to eat something shortly after arriving home, and given he just hurled right before Medkit arrived…yeah, he’s a tiny bit worried about that*

“So.. mind telling me what happened, hm..? These wounds certainly didn't just appear all by themselves...”

(Mentions of alcohol and vomit. Continue at your own risk)

(Also feel free to interact with him if you wanna bother him lelele)

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Banhammer is alone in his house now, laying on the couch in a tank top and sweatpants, groaning softly as he holds his head and tries to keep the room from spinning like a carousel. His breath absolutely reeks of alcohol from his latest trip to the bar.

Today. was. AWFUL.

First off, he passed out somewhere completely random yesterday after getting way too drunk, he doesn’t even know how he didn’t get his wallet stolen…he honestly barely remembered what happened that day.

Then, Rocket picked a fight with him over accidentally breaking Sword’s arm during a sparring session gone wrong, which had led to a very alarming encounter from Venomshank.

The encounter ended in his favor, but only after receiving a nasty bite wound on his right arm, which was now bandaged using his blindfold. He didn’t have the energy to find a real bandage right now…

Suddenly, a strong bout of nausea hit him like a train, as the Warden covered his mouth and grabbed the bucket he’d placed nearby the couch, coughing and retching up the bile that has been forming in his stomach. Once he was done, he simply emptied it in the sink, and sank back onto the couch with the bucket.

*He just wanted to sleep now. Sleep until this stupid pain went away. He hated hangovers, he wishes he could drink more and not have to deal with these.*

*He got up and answered the door, ready to deck whoever it was across the jaw, but kind of looked suprised when he realized it was Medkit*

“…oh…hey Kit…what is it…?”

“I see my gut was right about your current condition.. something told me I had to come check up on you, glad I did..”

—The deer sighed, one of his ears gave a slight flick in sign of annoyance, he hated being right sometimes.—

*He opened the door to let Medkit inside, flopping right back into the couch where he was laying. He let Medkit sit down first though, plopping down right on his legs. Hope he isn’t too heavy for you, Medkit.*

—Medkit didn't seem to mind the weight of Banhammer on his legs, in fact he kind of liked it. He was sort of like a weighted blanket, to the deer's eyes.—

—Medkit then reached into the small briefcase he always carried, pulling out a bottle of water, a pack of apple juice and some headache medicine, along with a vitamin and rehydration powder he'd mix into the water before offering everything to Banhammer—

(Mentions of alcohol and vomit. Continue at your own risk)

(Also feel free to interact with him if you wanna bother him lelele)

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Banhammer is alone in his house now, laying on the couch in a tank top and sweatpants, groaning softly as he holds his head and tries to keep the room from spinning like a carousel. His breath absolutely reeks of alcohol from his latest trip to the bar.

Today. was. AWFUL.

First off, he passed out somewhere completely random yesterday after getting way too drunk, he doesn’t even know how he didn’t get his wallet stolen…he honestly barely remembered what happened that day.

Then, Rocket picked a fight with him over accidentally breaking Sword’s arm during a sparring session gone wrong, which had led to a very alarming encounter from Venomshank.

The encounter ended in his favor, but only after receiving a nasty bite wound on his right arm, which was now bandaged using his blindfold. He didn’t have the energy to find a real bandage right now…

Suddenly, a strong bout of nausea hit him like a train, as the Warden covered his mouth and grabbed the bucket he’d placed nearby the couch, coughing and retching up the bile that has been forming in his stomach. Once he was done, he simply emptied it in the sink, and sank back onto the couch with the bucket.

*He just wanted to sleep now. Sleep until this stupid pain went away. He hated hangovers, he wishes he could drink more and not have to deal with these.*

*He got up and answered the door, ready to deck whoever it was across the jaw, but kind of looked suprised when he realized it was Medkit*

“…oh…hey Kit…what is it…?”

“I see my gut was right about your current condition.. something told me I had to come check up on you, glad I did..”

—The deer sighed, one of his ears gave a slight flick in sign of annoyance, he hated being right sometimes.—

(Mentions of alcohol and vomit. Continue at your own risk)

(Also feel free to interact with him if you wanna bother him lelele)

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Banhammer is alone in his house now, laying on the couch in a tank top and sweatpants, groaning softly as he holds his head and tries to keep the room from spinning like a carousel. His breath absolutely reeks of alcohol from his latest trip to the bar.

Today. was. AWFUL.

First off, he passed out somewhere completely random yesterday after getting way too drunk, he doesn’t even know how he didn’t get his wallet stolen…he honestly barely remembered what happened that day.

Then, Rocket picked a fight with him over accidentally breaking Sword’s arm during a sparring session gone wrong, which had led to a very alarming encounter from Venomshank.

The encounter ended in his favor, but only after receiving a nasty bite wound on his right arm, which was now bandaged using his blindfold. He didn’t have the energy to find a real bandage right now…

Suddenly, a strong bout of nausea hit him like a train, as the Warden covered his mouth and grabbed the bucket he’d placed nearby the couch, coughing and retching up the bile that has been forming in his stomach. Once he was done, he simply emptied it in the sink, and sank back onto the couch with the bucket.

*He just wanted to sleep now. Sleep until this stupid pain went away. He hated hangovers, he wishes he could drink more and not have to deal with these.*