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"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down! You don't want to get even more hurt, do you?"

"Tell me where it hurts."

"Whoa, that's purple... It looks like your shoulder is dislocated."

"Oh my god. Are you okay?"

"You're bleeding... You're bleeding bad..."

"This is gonna hurt..."

"Holy crap! I may not know much about human anatomy, but legs don't bend that way!"

"It's all swollen up..."

"You have a black eye. Were you fighting with someone?"

"Okay... Okay, hospital. Hospital, now."

"I think you have a concussion."

"Calm down! Calm down! Your ankle is sprained, okay?"

"Here, lean on me."

"I'm gonna need more bandaids..."

"What the hell happened to you!?"

"Here, I need to clean you up. This might sting a bit..."

"We need to get the bullet out..."

"Oh my god, you've been shot!"

"Did... did you get beat up!?"

"Just hold on. You're gonna be fine..."

"Look out for that car!"

"Wake up! Oh god, please wake up!"

"You're alive! Oh, thank god!"

"I'm no doctor, but you should have that looked at. It's bleeding a lot..."

"What is that? Are there bandages under your shirt?"

"Why is your arm wrapped up like that? And are those blood stains!?"

"You must have hit the back of your head really hard."

As his arms pushed her away, the cat wouldn’t admit how rejected she felt. Although, momentarily, it was evident by the drop in her expression for a second as she drifts through the water with a growing gap between them.

How annoying…

times like these were aggravating. A long night of fighting, all she wanted was to play around to relax. But of course, the Mutt had to be difficult. Why couldn’t they do something fun and he not be moody once?

Still, she respects his boundaries for now, drifting until her back met the Rocky ledge of the spring where the water trickled down from it’s source. Here, Rosie sinks with a bitter pout and quietly scrubs her arms from afar. She grumbles and curses him beneath the water with cranky mutters, glowing eyes drawn on him still as she bathes. The lack of words makes her anxious, and she craves for some type of conversation. In that moment, she suddenly scuffs at him,

“Why are you so cranky? What’d I do? Maybe you should’ve just passed out right away like you normally do…youd be in a way better mood. I like that you better.”

—Not a word came from his lips, instead, he remained silent, the the pointed black ears on the top of his head twitching slightly in response to her comment. He didn’t care if she has preferred that he passed out as he would normally do, her remark wasn’t going to make him go rest, if anything, it just PEEVED him off a tad bit. He kept his back to her, not facing her, his dark eye taking in the surrounding around them.

   🎈— The bunny covered his face in agony, for he wasn’t able to possess the giant sword he wanted so bad. He must be a magician or something by the sort. He wanted that sword so bad! How could he be that strong? Not fair for a kid like him.

❝How are you so strong? Did you used steroids or something by the like!?❞

He looked on how the other big body lifted the sword with such easiness, it almost made him want to cry. Popee couldn’t feel anything in that moment but jealousy and admiration from the male.

❝What’s your name? Do you have a nickname or something❞

—The swordsman’s brows furrowed at the comment mentioning ‘STEROIDS’, from the looks of it, the man was not familiar with whatever steroids were. He watched as the bunny covered his face, from what he could assume was because he was crushed beneath the blade, or because he wasn’t able to lift it, either way, it didn’t MATTER. Being asked what his name what his name was, he rose a brow, and let out a sigh before speaking, his dark eye moving to look at the boy.

Not the reaction he’d expected, perhaps a different tactic.

“Do you mind if I ask you about something?” Serpico didn’t wait before continuing speaking, otherwise the other man might really say he didn’t want to answer any questions. “Can you tell me more about your lady commander? Lady….Casca I believe? Lady Farnese seems somewhat interested in her, having never met any sort of female warrior. I’m afraid it would be quite rude if I were to question her myself, and seeing as how you command your own unit alongside her, you might know a thing or two.”

He offered his best impression of an honest smile. He truly did have questions about that lady soldier, she seemed like a nice person but it didn’t hurt to make sure she wouldn’t put any ideas into Farnese’s head, like joining the Band of the Hawk.

—Casca?... Now that was a question he wasn’t expecting from Serpico, he expression soften to slight CONFUSION, the man no longer baring his teeth nor seeming too annoyed.. He actually had to think about this..❝I don’t know too much about Casca myself other than that she doesn’t like all that much..❞ The swordsman breathed out, his hand shifting to rub the back of his neck as he continued, ❝I know that’s something her and Farnese would have in common-❞

❝Casca is a... Stoic and guarded woman, a bit impulsive if you ask me.. and loves to get on my back when I don’t do something right, always trying to pick a fight with me...Not sure what her fucking problem is..❞

Always a snarky son of a bitch.

Today to his ever annoying remark, Rosie pouts and rolls her eyes,

“My bad for worrying about our surroundings before I came. Your welcome, asshole.”

Though her body is underwater, she keeps her head above to watch him. Her usually full curls were now dark and sticking to her face, while the strands in the water float whimsically as her fur had done before. It was pointless to get cranky over such silly things. Smelly Mutt needed the bath anyways. After a moment of looking annoyed, grumbling and muttering in bubbles under the surface, she thought she’d make him pay. With her special gift of annoyance. A devious smile crosses her lips within seconds a blink.

“Oh well, you smell horribly anyways. Like a wet dog,”

Rosie sneered tauntingly while drifting closer, and she does not hesitate to hug his side. Flesh on flesh underwater, soft skin against solid muscle. she yearned to see what kind of reaction she could get from the swordman. Furthering the act, a purr rumbles against him from within her chest as she teasingly cuddles him,

“Since we’re sharing this pool anyways, want me to scrub your back? We can take turns~”

—The mutt ignored her remark, not caring that she had said he smelled HORRIBLY, the tall pointed hears on the top of his head shifted upon hearing her shift closer to him in the water. Upon feeling her hug his side and the feeling of soft skin against him, his ears flattened against wet hair... Seems like her attempts to FLUSTER the large man wasn’t going as smoothly as she would of imagined, seeing how he was reacting.

Serpico sat  for a few minutes longer before standing up quietly. “Forgive me but I feel uneasy after not seeing Lady Farnese and the rest for so long. Would you mind if we went to look for them?”

From his pocket, he produced a couple of coins and placed them on the table to pay for their drinks. They would be returning anyway so it wasn’t like they were drinking and dashing.  The ambiance in the tavern was still calm, another ballad was being played

He didn’t make another mention of the secrets they had shared with each other, it would a proof of trust between them. Trust outside of battle and perhaps the beginning of better camaraderie.

—He Struggler carefully got up, THANKFULLY before the blond had gotten up and payed for the drinks they had gotten, he finished the of whatever liquid may have been in the mug. He was starting to get UNEASY, he would of thought the others would of been back by now, hopefully they were fine.. or hopefully they already were back and they just went to the rooms.. But he really doubted that..

❝Yeah, lets go look for them.❞ 

Leave a name in my inbox and I’ll post a song about how my muse feels about them

—It wasn’t often when the swordsman hum or sang, it was something that was almost UNHEARD of due to how he was, large, covered in scars, killed monsters or people without a second thought, and that he wielded a hunk of metal called a sword, no one ever herd the man do it before, until now, when he had THOUGHT no one would hear, he had been resting against the rough back of the tree.

The Struggler had ASSUMED everyone was asleep, due to how quiet the forest sounded and how their bodies rose up and down slowly. The quiet caused his mind to wander, and before he knew it, he was thinking of his friend, Serpico, someone who he had REVEALED a secret to that no one other than Casca has ever leaned about. He himself also carried a secret from the blond, it helped, taking some weight off his shoulders, and by a some, only a tiny bit.

Due to the blond knowing his SECRET, the fact he was even able to tell the other, it was quite obvious he thought of the other as a FRIEND, hopefully Serpico thought the same way..

Before he knew it, he found himself humming, a small tune that described how he felt of the other and reminded him of the blond. To be completely honest, he swore that he would catch himself thinking about the other... But it was probably paranoia, is what he thought to himself, thinking the other may reveal what he had told him.

His humming wasn’t bad at all, if anything, it could be described as soothing..