#red-crystals

"If thing's get t'cold here, they sell some jacket's N' stuff at the store. W'also got some inn's."

"I'm gonna have to disagree with you there."

He nods with an empathetic smile. “Gotcha. Sorry to hear, though, ah; hope you don’t mind tap, we’ve been living off colas lately.” There’s a bit of a laugh, aimed at himself, as he approaches the lounge, fishing out an ID from a back pocket and swing it through the lock, granting him entrance. He enters, leaving the door open for his guest. He trots past worn recliners and couches and a few fake plants, into a meager kitchen, largely barren.However, he fishes out a plastic cup, slips it under the fridge’s little ice dispenser, and then under the sink for the actual water part. Priorities first. Should the Doctor not have followed, he brings him his cup instead. “Here you are..!” But, he hurriedly returns, his nose, oh, his nose! 

He frowns as well, leaning back as he explains himself. He chokes a “well—,” and then sighs a “fair enough,” with a roll of the shoulders and a glance to the side. “Suppose I’d say the same if I were you.. Yeah..” He bobs his head a moment. “And you made it yourself, too..! Yeahh. That’s really something, though..” He looks at the crystal again admiringly, scratching his head, only to freeze up on that ‘unless.’ He wonders briefly if he could sign out early today. “…Got it..! Don’t, hesitate to give me any forewarning, meanwhile, ah-hah..!” He swallows with an uncomfortable nod as he returns the DP. “N—, not a problem..! Thank you!” He utters an awkward laugh in attempt to recover. At least nothing was lost from his meager pay, that was nice.Being plucked from his state of contentment and wrung into a worrisome spot, it’s becoming harder to ignore his wounds. Maybe the invitation’d smooth things over, he figures..? There’s still a beat more, and his hand is behind his neck again, a corner of his mouth pulled closer to his cheek.”..Have I mentioned ice yet..? Because I was gonna, head over to the lounge room, you know, I was going to go, you know, yeah..” He nods, taking a couple of steps that way. “You, sure I can’t get you anything either, maybe..?” Who knows, he realizes, there might be some pain-killers in there too. That’d go nice with a glass of water, to the face, you know. That, and he could let someone know the Doctor was there.

Exactly what he was aiming for! The assailant is delighted. "Aha, you know it’s my job to pry!” He’s suddenly mesmerized by the lovely gem before him. Oh, how it catches the light, where on earth did he find such a thing?? He’s suddenly dragged back into a reality of danger and broken noses. "Weapon?? You, sure that’s not an accessory, that’s..!" He stares at it, then at the Doctor, then back again. "It’s gorgeous, I’ll give it that.." He’s given up trying to hold eye contact with him at this point. "A question more, what’s it doing on you, in here, huh??" He mumbles quietly to himself, with humor, "suppose if I had something that nice I’d be holding it all the time, too.." He purses his lips as he thinks, nodding eventually. "Most powerful.. Well, Doc, seems I’ve come to a conclusion!" His chipper attitude suddenly vanishes and is replaced with worry. "You’re, like, scary as hell..?" He furrows his brows and manages to look at the Doctor, only to get distracted by the eye on his, funky hat. After a beat, he opens his mouth again. "Ah-hah, can I like, convince you to, like, put that, outside.. Sorry—" He frantically looks at the crystal before the Doctor’s gaze, "the weapon, I mean..! If you whopped ass, and with that, I don’t know..! It’s a safety thing." He shrugs. "I got little baby chickens to go home to. Do you want a couple of orphaned peepers?? I don’t. Sorry man. You know how it goes."He shifts his weight a bit, looking to see if anyone else was around, before adding on to himself. “At least you told me, I mean. That’s kickass. Here—” He fishes out a good 63 DP from a belt-pouch, waving it between his fingers and he’s leaned in and whispering. “You can buy yourself something on me. It’s the least I can offer.” It suddenly occurs to him, and he hopes he didn’t blood or soot on the money, that’d be gross. Oops.

He gives the Doctor a firm nod. “Right on, right on, Doc. Right on. You have my fullest faith.” He quirks a brow at him. “Worse, though! Well damn, I hope you’re not walking in blind..!” He rubs the back of his neck, probably dirtying it, honestly, but he’s too sore to care. “But hey, I say you—..” Bright eyes glance down to the Doctor fumbling around in his pocket. When the Doctor looks up at the man, he’s got the cheekiest of smiles, bouncing those brows of his relentlessly. He continues to do so for several seconds. Merciless. Unforgiving. The majority of my usual monstrous wall of text is filled solely with this very action. His smile eventually evolves into a grin should realization sink in. “Doc, you wily bastard, you! Haven’t known you fifteen minutes and you’re breakin’ my heart!” He scoffs."You know I gotta ask, man." He bounces his shoulders once.

He snaps his fingers once with a vigorous swing. “A King indeed, the king, yeah?” He nods, reflecting fondly. “Good man, a god among men, I’ve met him, and I’m proud to say!” He puffs out his chest.He then blinks, and looks down at him when his offer’s declined, but he doesn’t mind. He shrugs a bit with a good-natured smile. “Hey, fair enough.” He leans down, and speaks sotto voce. “But take my advice, if you’re really rollin’ without a guide, please don’t go anywhere you’re not supposed to, and I’m saying this for your own interest..! That, and, just don’t approach the Commander. The kid who did all, this?” He gestures to his face. “Yeah. Not fun.” He gives a pained frown. “Oh, oh, yeah, and if anything escapes, it’s probably best you squeeze yourself into some nook or cranny and hold your breath if you hear anything. Don’t look at it, don’t get spotted, don’t get heard, n-no messes. Let’s just keep it at that..!” A little grievously put. “But, hey, you have my best..!”It’s his time to shine, and he beams. “Oh, yeah; that I do! I love it, man. I really do.” Even despite the broken nose. “Puts bread on the table! Not only that; you meet people! You see sights galore! Status! It’s an adventure, you know..!” He’s alight with passion on the subject. It’s his life, after all. “I, used to be a simple man before, you know, farm-hand.. I wouldn’t have gotten anywhere there..! And look at me now, why don’t you?..” His pride falters. “..Well, I mean, I’m sure not at my best, but I can’t be picky, can I?” He suddenly tastes the blood on his lips, and in brief startlement, dabs it away with the folded handkerchief, embarrassed once more.His mind is in so many other places, he doesn’t realize what the man could be holding in his jacket, no. He’s thinking about showing the Doctor to the lounge room to get some ice, maybe tell him about his chickens should the train of conversation allow, or maybe his squishy chimera friend amongst his ranks. He relishes good company of any sort, and it shows in each smile and grin.

It was a pleasant response, and the chuckle purest music to his ears! There’s only a few things David can think of that bring a better feeling than helping a stranger to laugh! It certainly helps him to feel good about himself."Aha, oh yeah? Good, good, hoo— thank the King!" He finishes a laugh of his own. "Good to hear..!" He’s unaware of the fact his nose is still bleeding. But, hey, it’s not so bad, yet, I mean."So, visiting, y’say? Why, would you happen to need a guide?" He cocks his head aside, looking at him through the corners of his eyes with a smile, bouncing his brows. He faces him again as he introduces himself, crossing his arms in front of his chest."The doctor, ey?.. I like it; not just any ole’ doc, we’re talking the doc!” He shifts his weight from foot to foot. “And count it my pleasure, meeting you, and let me thank you again..! Call me David, as I’d be,” he leans back, hands square on his hips as he poses with gusto, which is killed unbeknownst to him by his nose. “Captain David McCruthe!” He looks down from his pose. “Or, David McCruthe, or any other variation.” He huffs a break, an easy laugh of sorts as he drops the pose all together. “Whichever you so please!”