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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 24, 2010 14:47:12 GMT -5
The boy nodded. "Something that serves a decent meal that isn't too expensive. Castiel is probably going to be starving by the time she wakes up." He eyed the girl. She would probably wake up in a few hours, which gave them plenty of time to search. This little town was rather small, but seemed to have a few decent places that would cater to them.
The barmaid had said something about a restaurant that served Highlander food.
"We'll leave her a note about it. Maybe we can just try to get take out or something rather than dragging her to a restaurant later? Though... I have no idea what places around here are like." He searched the room for a pen and piece of paper as he spoke in half hushed tones. When he found them he quickly jotted down a note for the girl to find, placing it on the dresser next to her bed.
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Post by Lucca on Nov 24, 2010 18:25:36 GMT -5
Ark still didn't like the idea of leaving Cas alone...but he had to admit that Conall had a point. All the girl had eaten that day was one sandwich, and she'd lost a not insignificant amount of blood. She was definitely going to need some actual food to replenish than energy. So he nodded. Besides...she had a sword, and Ark was sure that, if worse came to worst, Cas could defend herself. He just...didn't want her to get hurt anymore.
He already felt like a failure for not being able to protect her before, despite the fact it had been a surprise. He nodded to Conall, then watched the boy scamper to write a note. Ark turned back toward the sleeping girl, and nosed her hand, gently. "We'll be back soon," he promised on a whisper, and then he turned, forcing himself to leave the room.
She'd be just fine. Why was he worrying so much about this? Just the scare earlier...it must have been that. "Let's try to find take out," he suggested to Conall as the two boys left the room and started down the stairs. They didn't know what sort of anything was around, so the Coyote thought it made sense to try and find a place that would let them bring the food back. That way, Cas wouldn't have to possibly exacerbate her injury before it could heal.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 24, 2010 19:58:17 GMT -5
Conall felt a little... awkward. Then again he always felt a little off when socializing with anyone so that probably wasn't the right word. He nodded in agreement over the take out. It was just a matter of finding a place. As they exited the building they were greeted by the general gloom of the realm. It was at least more acceptable than the Tulgey Wood oozing a great deal of weird. It was little comfort for the Bog child. He still felt out of place, and the depressing atmosphere was just... depressing. "What do you think Castiel would be in the mood for?" he asked as he took to one direction. They could always double back if they didn't find anything. "There is a Highlander place supposedly around--"Conall hadn't been paying real attention to where he was going. So when a ball and chain had entered into his walking path, he was blissfully unaware. And he tripped over it, tumbling forward. His face greeted the ground to his complete and utter surprise. The penguin attached to the ball in chain was even more surprised. That had never happened before. "Shoot. Are you all right?" he said with a concerned look. His head bobbing to the Arkady to the boy on the ground and back again. "I'm fine," the canine mix said as he pulled his face out of the dirt. Crap, had he just broken his nose?
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Post by Lucca on Nov 24, 2010 20:08:26 GMT -5
Why -was- this so awkward? It's not like he and Conall had never hung out before...well, okay, so never without Cas, but...still. They were friends, so it should be fine. He forced a smile and nodded as they walked, even though the other boy hadn't actually said anything for him to agree with yet. The air felt heavy here, and the general mood was definitely a downer, but Ark actually barely noticed. He sniffed the air to see if he could catch the scent of something that was actually appetizing cooking.
He shrugged at Conall. He was sure Cas would be fine with whatever they brought back as long as it didn't look like something cooked by a depressed Mome Rath. Of course, that was when Arkady saw the resident of the Realm that was suddenly in front of them as they turned down a side street. His eyes widened and he barked out a warning, but it came too late. Ark winced.
"Hello," he said to the odd-looking bird, and then worriedly swung his head toward Conall. His paws took him quickly to the boy's side and he bent down. "You're bleeding..." And Conall's voice sounded a little different, too...something nasally in the smooth tones. Oh, this wasn't good at -all-. Apparently today was just a day of bad luck for all three of them.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 24, 2010 21:01:31 GMT -5
The canine mix made a small alarmed sound when Arkady pointed out he was bleeding. He looked down at his hands to see the blood covering his pale fur and mentally cursed. A ball and chain. How could he trip over something so damn huge? He touched his nose lightly. Ow. This pain wouldn't be ignored.
Suits. Why couldn't things go smoothly.
The penguin looked rather alarmed at the sight unfolding in front of him. He had managed to hurt a face card accidentally. Smooth. It just reinforced how awkward he was when he was on land. "I'm so sorry about all of this," he said as he waddled a bit closer to the bog boy. What was that awful smell? "Oh dear... do you want some help with that? It looks like it might be broken." He pointed to one of the little shops down the road. "My mother's shop is over there. She could probably tell you if it's actually broken."
He swallowed before giving an apologetic bow. "My name is Horatio."
Conall manged to get on his feet. His balanced seemed a bit off though. "Arkady, I might... need some help." He said as he wobbled. The tears were filling up his eyes and making it harder to see. He glanced at the penguin with blurry eyes. What had he just said?
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Post by Lucca on Nov 24, 2010 21:39:06 GMT -5
Arkady frowned, looking over at the weird bird. "It's not your fault," he assured him, though Ark himself was also wondering how in the world Conall had managed to not notice something like that right in front of him. It was large and metal and it's not like it had suddenly appeared out of thin air! Horatio didn't look like he could walk all that quickly. Neither did he look like he could fly, but that wasn't what worried Ark right at the moment. "I'm Arkady, and this is Conall," he offered, gesturing at the boy with a paw.
Of course, as Conall managed to stand up, Ark blinked at him. Oh, Suits, he didn't look too well off, did he? Bracing himself against the instinctive revulsion from touching someone so greasy, the Coyote offered his shoulder for his friend to lean on. "Horatio's mother can help," he told Conall, and then nodded for the bird to lead the way. He seemed friendly enough, for all that he had a ball and chain attached to his leg. He'd let Conally lean heavily on him as they walked. There wasn't much else he could really do, considering his paws and his inexperience with medical help. He could only help Cas because a gash is a pretty obvious problem.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 24, 2010 22:04:53 GMT -5
Horatio bobbed his head. "I'm sorry we've met under such circumstances." The penguin started to waddle towards the direction of the shop. Despite his awkward build and size he was going at a fairly decent pace for the boys to follow. Of course the bird couldn't run to save his life, but he had never found a reason to.
Conall didn't miss the wince. He muttered an apology as he leaned on the other boy. He knew how much he hated getting dirty, and he imagined the greasiness was on the list of nightmares the King had. One day he could see if it was possible to fix. Probably not considering how lucky he was.
The penguin bumped the swinging door open and stood to the side, allowing the boys to enter. It was a brightly lit little store with various brick a brack. littering the walls. It seemed to be some sort of china shop, on closer inspection, however they also served a variety of teas and allowed customers to seat themselves in the store.
It was fairly empty except for a customer in the corner and a rather aged and strange looking bird bipedal with a rather heavy looking set of weights for a binding. She had turned around at the sound of door swinging open. When the penguin and the boys came through the door she gave them an odd expression. "What's this now?" she said as she scurried over. She looked to penguin for clarification before looking to the boys. "Goodness, take a seat."
She ushered Conall over to a seat to inspect him.
Horatio looked to Arkady, "Would you like some tea while you're here?"
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Post by Lucca on Nov 24, 2010 22:23:53 GMT -5
Why was Conall apologizing? Arkady didn't realize that Conall was aware of how gross he found the Bog boy's greasy fur, so he was a bit confused. But he was proud of himself for not shuddering as he walked, instead focusing on the steady rhythm of his paws and Conall's feet, though there was no way to match their pace with Horatio's odd gait, and he soon gave up trying. He nodded toward Horatio, eyes showing his relief. It was good that, if Conall had to trip over someone, it was at least someone friendly. A lot of Cards would have just kept walking, and then Ark would have had to tend to his friend himself.
As they entered the little shop, Ark took a brief look around the room and then inclined his head to the woman before gently trying to lead Conall to sit down. He looked pleadingly at the woman, trying out his best puppy dog eyes, but apparently it wasn't needed, because she seemed to understand the situation well enough. He hung back, letting her take over Conall, and couldn't entirely repress a shiver as he could almost feel the sheen of grease left on his fur.
Luckily, Horatio was there to distract him. "Oh, uh, sure." He blinked. Horatio seemed like a native. "We were trying to find some food. Uh, not for us, for our friend. Well, I mean, for us too..." Ugh, why was Ark such a failure at talking normally? He took a deep breath and tried again. "Do you know any good restaurants around here that serve actual food?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 24, 2010 23:47:11 GMT -5
Conall was poked and prodded by the old woman. She made a tsking sound as she looked at the boy's nose. She poked him in a particular place that made him yelp in surprise. "It's slightly broken. You should be fine though, since nothing seems out of place." She tilted his head upwards despite his protests. "And from what I can tell your septum isn't deviated."
"Good to know."
"You might want to stay there for a bit though. I'll get you some ice, towels and pain killers." She gave the boy a light pat on the head before disappearing to the back of the shop.
Conall looked over to Arkady and the penguin. Today sucked.
Horatio blinked for a moment. The boy had seem so well composed with his friend moments ago. Oh, well, he must have been nervous. No big deal. The penguin clicked his beak as he waddled towards the counter. "If you want to experience local specialties there's a place two doors down. If you want what I like to call real food there's a place around the bend that I can show you. Oh! And we have a curry place too," he said as he disappeared behind the counter.
There was a bit of shuffling and china clinking before he reappeared. A teapot, tray and several cups were balanced on his head as he waddled over to the nearest table. It took him a moment to transfer the tea set to the table. His stubby little wings really didn't help with tasks like this. Eventually he managed, waving the canine over.
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Post by Lucca on Nov 25, 2010 10:14:39 GMT -5
Arkady kept half an ear cocked over towards where Conall and Horatio's mother were. He was glad that his friend was apparently going to be fine, though he had no idea what 'septum' meant and why one would be 'deviated'. He looked over at Conall and gave him a sympathetic look. At the least the boy could probably have some tea too?
He felt his face heat up a bit as the bird seemed surprised at his verbal stuttering. He was fine with simple things. Introductions and repeating what others had already said. But an actual conversation was a bit daunting sometimes. He preferred not to talk. But, he also didn't like being rude, so he'd answer if someone asked him something. He nodded to Horatio, closing his eyes in thought before replying. "Do any of them do take out?" He also glanced over at Conall when Horatio bustled out of the room, silently asking his opinion on what he thought sounded good and what Cas might like. Local specialties sounded out, especially since Horatio didn't consider them real food.
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