[Yeah, so. He saw the video, made out that Nanao's awake, and then proceeded to do nothing for the next few hours. He's still not entirely sure what he thinks of her, and he makes excuses by telling himself that he wouldn't want to disturb her or anyone visiting her, but after those couple of hours he shows up anyway, because ... well, geez, he knows her and everyone he knew had their soul stolen, so he can't help but be a little worried. He just .. needs to know it's okay.]
[And he still hates the magical talking boxes.]
[So what you'll get is a knock on the door and Tulio hesitantly poking his head in, hoping she's feeling well enough to be coherent, and ... yep.]
{ ;o; Tulio, you do care! That said, when he pokes his head in, he'll notice that it is dark. Really, really dark. The sun has rolled across to the other half of the sky now, and so this side of the building is shaded.}
{That ray of light from the corridor does illuminate the room somewhat, and it reveals one Furret (Hanatarou) curled in an unhappy looking pile in front of the open bathroom door, blocking the view in. Nanao's other Pokemon are nowhere to be seen.}
[JUST DON'T THINK HE'S GETTING SOFT. :| but ... oh holy crap, is that a killer weasel? Tulio is not a fan of those.]
[He stops. And stares at the Furret. This might become a battle of the wills, a staring contest like no other. Because man is he going to keep his eyes on that Furret. He doesn't trust them. Nope.]
[Completely forgot why he's even here in the first place, yep.]
{SHE COULD NEVER DO THAT and no, this is not a killer weasel. This is a momma weasel, and she's not happy that her human is hurt ;n; }
{Unfortunately for him, Hanatarou recognises the nice man who talks with her human, and uncoils slowly, and slithers forward a bit, rearing onto her hind legs.}
{At the lower tone, Nanao uncurls from her hunched position, and starts to nod, before shaking her head slowly. Her unbound hair shifts over blood-stained bandages that are wrapped around her head.}
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...you doing okay there?
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Nnnno. I think I hit my head.
...Hard.
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You got someone there to look after you?
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've got my Pokemon bu' no one else a' the moment.
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[She looks hellish though.]
If you need anything, let me know. I'm in Ecruteak right now.
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C-Could you find some paracetomol? Painkillers would be nice...
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'm in the Inn. I c'n send one of my chillen to fin' you.
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[And he still hates the magical talking boxes.]
[So what you'll get is a knock on the door and Tulio hesitantly poking his head in, hoping she's feeling well enough to be coherent, and ... yep.]
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{That ray of light from the corridor does illuminate the room somewhat, and it reveals one Furret (Hanatarou) curled in an unhappy looking pile in front of the open bathroom door, blocking the view in. Nanao's other Pokemon are nowhere to be seen.}
{What do?}
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[He stops. And stares at the Furret. This might become a battle of the wills, a staring contest like no other. Because man is he going to keep his eyes on that Furret. He doesn't trust them. Nope.]
[Completely forgot why he's even here in the first place, yep.]
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{Unfortunately for him, Hanatarou recognises the nice man who talks with her human, and uncoils slowly, and slithers forward a bit, rearing onto her hind legs.}
Furr?
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Nanao? They got you too, aru?
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Y-yeah. 'n my head hurts, 'n I don' know why....
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M-marona? 'sthat you?
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Are you okay?
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I don' thin' so.
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