Medkit

Let's not do that again —Admin is 21— —15+ account— —He/They/Pup— —Graphics and art not mine—

[crystal-shift]

Oh? You've managed to find this account? Well hello! Welcome to the account's introduction, I'm Ray and I'll be your host today! :>

OOC INFO!:

As I've already said I'm Ray, and I'm 21 years old

I go by he/they/pup pronouns, and I'm a transgender man <3

I'm gay, and I've been in a relationship for 7 years now! Yippee!

I'm quite new to Tumblr (this is my 3rd parody acc) but I have been roleplaying for almost 10 years now :3

Due to my age, I would much rather prefer to keep this account 15+

Graphics and drawings used in my profile do not belong to me, unless specified otherwise.

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General rules:

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IN CHARACTER INFO!:

Medkit goes by he/him pronouns

This is my own interpretation and I'm still learning Phighting lore. I'm also very projection heavy, so please just be patient. If you don't like it then just don't interact.

Even though there's a lot of angst in Medkit's story and whatnot, my mental health is peepeepoopoo so I won't write too much angst </3 thank you for understanding.

My Medkit is a deer :3

I am open to ships such as Medhammer, subkit, etc etc! As long as it's nothing controversial or problematic GO NUTS! I love writing ship content <3

BASIC TAG INFO!:

Your local healing deer (ic) - in character posts

The deer's admin speaking (ooc) - ooc posts! :3

I need more coffee to do this right now (int start) - first time interacting with a blog

Stay on your feet (int continue) - continuation of an interaction with a blog

Finally getting it over with. (Int end) - ended an interaction with a blog

Are you sure you want to do this now? (New int) - interacting with a blog for the first time

Why are you even asking me things? (Ask blogs in general) - when anyone asks anything through the ask box!

Well, that should be all. Thank you for reading!

[crystal-shift]

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

“I should probably take this off now...-”

[tyrant-w4rden]

“…No. Keep it on. Please.”

*Bro is in AWE*

[crystal-shift]

“A-Ah.. are you sure? I don't feel like it fits me very well...”

—Aw look at that, now he's all flustered!—

[tyrant-w4rden]

“It’s gorgeous. I actually have a dress too! And now we’ll match! BWAHAHAHA!”

[crystal-shift]

“I suppose we will... Although your dress does suit you far better than mine suits me, if I may say..!”

[tyrant-w4rden]

“Really? Subspace was making phun oph me phor it. Not that I care about what that wackjob says, but it was annoying…”

[crystal-shift]

“Just ignore them.. you look great in your dress, Banhammer, you really do. It's.. it's partially why I thought it would be a good idea to dress like this too..”

[tyrant-w4rden]

“Really? Huh…that’s…”

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

“Heh, I really looked that good? I knew that! Thanks!”

[crystal-shift]

—Medkit let out a soft laugh, his own tail gave a few wags.. he seemed to feel comfortable around the warden—

“No need to thank me, I'm just saying the truth..”

[crystal-shift]

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

“I should probably take this off now...-”

[tyrant-w4rden]

“…No. Keep it on. Please.”

*Bro is in AWE*

[crystal-shift]

“A-Ah.. are you sure? I don't feel like it fits me very well...”

—Aw look at that, now he's all flustered!—

[tyrant-w4rden]

“It’s gorgeous. I actually have a dress too! And now we’ll match! BWAHAHAHA!”

[crystal-shift]

“I suppose we will... Although your dress does suit you far better than mine suits me, if I may say..!”

[tyrant-w4rden]

“Really? Subspace was making phun oph me phor it. Not that I care about what that wackjob says, but it was annoying…”

[crystal-shift]

“Just ignore them.. you look great in your dress, Banhammer, you really do. It's.. it's partially why I thought it would be a good idea to dress like this too..”

[crystal-shift]

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

“I should probably take this off now...-”

[tyrant-w4rden]

“…No. Keep it on. Please.”

*Bro is in AWE*

[crystal-shift]

“A-Ah.. are you sure? I don't feel like it fits me very well...”

—Aw look at that, now he's all flustered!—

[tyrant-w4rden]

“It’s gorgeous. I actually have a dress too! And now we’ll match! BWAHAHAHA!”

[crystal-shift]

“I suppose we will... Although your dress does suit you far better than mine suits me, if I may say..!”

[crystal-shift]

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

“I should probably take this off now...-”

[tyrant-w4rden]

“…No. Keep it on. Please.”

*Bro is in AWE*

[crystal-shift]

“A-Ah.. are you sure? I don't feel like it fits me very well...”

—Aw look at that, now he's all flustered!—

[crystal-shift]

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

“I should probably take this off now...-”

[crystal-shift]

I've tied up my hair into a low ponytail and I'm pretty sure it's crooked and not tied correctly but it's genuinely too hot outside for me to even care about looking good

[tyrant-w4rden]

!!CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNING!!

(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.*

*The Warden slowly began closing his many eyes, preparing to sink into a deep slumber. Something he so desperately craved right now…just…a nice…long…rest…*

[crystal-shift]

—Just as Banhammer laid down, a knock was heard at the door. Let's not question how, but Medkit was waiting right outside the door... Maybe the deer had felt the Warden needed some help, and had come over just to do that....—

—Medkit stands outside, waiting for the door to be opened.—

[tyrant-w4rden]

*Insert a loud groan from BanHammer. Swords DAMN IT, Who the HELL was knocking on his door right now?*

*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…?”

*His voice was low and raspy. Probably needed some water real bad. He stared at the deer Inphernal with weariness and slight irritation in his eyes. He wanted to be left alone, but…at least this wasn’t someone coming to yell at him for being a “reckless idiot”*

[crystal-shift]

—Medkit looked up at Banhammer and sighed, of course his gut had been right about the Warden's condition...—

“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.—

“Do you mind if I come in? I could try to help you feel better, I am guessing you don't feel too well..”

[tyrant-w4rden]

“…yeah…sure…whatever…”

*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.*

“Do ya have any like…oph those icepacks…or some headache medicine…”

[crystal-shift]

“I do have some medicine for your headache, yes.. although I suggest you rehydrate. I have some juice to help you with that, nice and cold too..”

—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—

“Take it slow, alright?”

[tyrant-w4rden]

*The Warden took each thing, downing the pills and drinking the whole glass of water. Now he’s just laying there, head on Medkit’s thighs, while sipping a pack of apple juice like a child…*

“…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*

*His arm is still hastily wrapped in that blindfold he usually uses for his eyes. That’s probably not a good thing…*

[crystal-shift]

—Medkit gently began to play with Banhammer's locs, glancing over at his arm before moving his free hand and placing it right over the bandaged area... He was using his gear to heal up whatever wounds the Warden had on his arm—

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

—The deer was being cautious to keep his voice quiet, he didn't want to give the Warden a bigger headache—

[tyrant-w4rden]

“…that lil shit Rocket took a bite out oph it while I was choking him…got suprisingly sharp teeth for someone so tiny…”

*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*

*His eyes started to close a bit, staring up at Medkit with an unreadable expression…who knows what the Warden is thinking right now…*

[crystal-shift]

“Ah.. yes, it's surprising just how sharp Rocket's teeth are.. but I'm still able to fix the damage, don't you worry, big guy..”

—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.—

“You should rest up, Banhammer.. I'll stay here with you, if you want me to of course...”

[tyrant-w4rden]

“…mmm…okay…”

*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…*

“Zzzzzzzz…”

[crystal-shift]

—A soft smile grew on Medkit's face as he watched the Warden fall asleep. To be fair, the deer would most likely end up eventually falling asleep too, but for now he kept on playing with Banhammer's locs, occasionally moving his hand to just pet Banhammer's head.—

—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.—

—Medkit's eyelids slowly grew heavy, but he didn't fight it for a second..and soon, he surrendered to his exhaustion, falling asleep with one hand still on Banhammer's head...—

[crystal-shift]

i gotta do summer school cuz i suck at math bro let me outtttt!!!!!

Ah... Well take it slow, math can be difficult and it's not exactly for everyone, but just try your best.

[tyrant-w4rden]

!!CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNING!!

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

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

———————————————————————

———————————————————————

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.*

*The Warden slowly began closing his many eyes, preparing to sink into a deep slumber. Something he so desperately craved right now…just…a nice…long…rest…*

[crystal-shift]

—Just as Banhammer laid down, a knock was heard at the door. Let's not question how, but Medkit was waiting right outside the door... Maybe the deer had felt the Warden needed some help, and had come over just to do that....—

—Medkit stands outside, waiting for the door to be opened.—

[tyrant-w4rden]

*Insert a loud groan from BanHammer. Swords DAMN IT, Who the HELL was knocking on his door right now?*

*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…?”

*His voice was low and raspy. Probably needed some water real bad. He stared at the deer Inphernal with weariness and slight irritation in his eyes. He wanted to be left alone, but…at least this wasn’t someone coming to yell at him for being a “reckless idiot”*

[crystal-shift]

—Medkit looked up at Banhammer and sighed, of course his gut had been right about the Warden's condition...—

“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.—

“Do you mind if I come in? I could try to help you feel better, I am guessing you don't feel too well..”

[tyrant-w4rden]

“…yeah…sure…whatever…”

*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.*

“Do ya have any like…oph those icepacks…or some headache medicine…”

[crystal-shift]

“I do have some medicine for your headache, yes.. although I suggest you rehydrate. I have some juice to help you with that, nice and cold too..”

—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—

“Take it slow, alright?”

[tyrant-w4rden]

*The Warden took each thing, downing the pills and drinking the whole glass of water. Now he’s just laying there, head on Medkit’s thighs, while sipping a pack of apple juice like a child…*

“…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*

*His arm is still hastily wrapped in that blindfold he usually uses for his eyes. That’s probably not a good thing…*

[crystal-shift]

—Medkit gently began to play with Banhammer's locs, glancing over at his arm before moving his free hand and placing it right over the bandaged area... He was using his gear to heal up whatever wounds the Warden had on his arm—

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

—The deer was being cautious to keep his voice quiet, he didn't want to give the Warden a bigger headache—

[tyrant-w4rden]

“…that lil shit Rocket took a bite out oph it while I was choking him…got suprisingly sharp teeth for someone so tiny…”

*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*

*His eyes started to close a bit, staring up at Medkit with an unreadable expression…who knows what the Warden is thinking right now…*

[crystal-shift]

“Ah.. yes, it's surprising just how sharp Rocket's teeth are.. but I'm still able to fix the damage, don't you worry, big guy..”

—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.—

“You should rest up, Banhammer.. I'll stay here with you, if you want me to of course...”

[tyrant-w4rden]

!!CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNING!!

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

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

———————————————————————

———————————————————————

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.*

*The Warden slowly began closing his many eyes, preparing to sink into a deep slumber. Something he so desperately craved right now…just…a nice…long…rest…*

[crystal-shift]

—Just as Banhammer laid down, a knock was heard at the door. Let's not question how, but Medkit was waiting right outside the door... Maybe the deer had felt the Warden needed some help, and had come over just to do that....—

—Medkit stands outside, waiting for the door to be opened.—

[tyrant-w4rden]

*Insert a loud groan from BanHammer. Swords DAMN IT, Who the HELL was knocking on his door right now?*

*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…?”

*His voice was low and raspy. Probably needed some water real bad. He stared at the deer Inphernal with weariness and slight irritation in his eyes. He wanted to be left alone, but…at least this wasn’t someone coming to yell at him for being a “reckless idiot”*

[crystal-shift]

—Medkit looked up at Banhammer and sighed, of course his gut had been right about the Warden's condition...—

“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.—

“Do you mind if I come in? I could try to help you feel better, I am guessing you don't feel too well..”

[tyrant-w4rden]

“…yeah…sure…whatever…”

*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.*

“Do ya have any like…oph those icepacks…or some headache medicine…”

[crystal-shift]

“I do have some medicine for your headache, yes.. although I suggest you rehydrate. I have some juice to help you with that, nice and cold too..”

—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—

“Take it slow, alright?”

[tyrant-w4rden]

*The Warden took each thing, downing the pills and drinking the whole glass of water. Now he’s just laying there, head on Medkit’s thighs, while sipping a pack of apple juice like a child…*

“…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*

*His arm is still hastily wrapped in that blindfold he usually uses for his eyes. That’s probably not a good thing…*

[crystal-shift]

—Medkit gently began to play with Banhammer's locs, glancing over at his arm before moving his free hand and placing it right over the bandaged area... He was using his gear to heal up whatever wounds the Warden had on his arm—

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

—The deer was being cautious to keep his voice quiet, he didn't want to give the Warden a bigger headache—

[tyrant-w4rden]

!!CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNING!!

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

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

———————————————————————

———————————————————————

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.*

*The Warden slowly began closing his many eyes, preparing to sink into a deep slumber. Something he so desperately craved right now…just…a nice…long…rest…*

[crystal-shift]

—Just as Banhammer laid down, a knock was heard at the door. Let's not question how, but Medkit was waiting right outside the door... Maybe the deer had felt the Warden needed some help, and had come over just to do that....—

—Medkit stands outside, waiting for the door to be opened.—

[tyrant-w4rden]

*Insert a loud groan from BanHammer. Swords DAMN IT, Who the HELL was knocking on his door right now?*

*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…?”

*His voice was low and raspy. Probably needed some water real bad. He stared at the deer Inphernal with weariness and slight irritation in his eyes. He wanted to be left alone, but…at least this wasn’t someone coming to yell at him for being a “reckless idiot”*

[crystal-shift]

—Medkit looked up at Banhammer and sighed, of course his gut had been right about the Warden's condition...—

“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.—

“Do you mind if I come in? I could try to help you feel better, I am guessing you don't feel too well..”

[tyrant-w4rden]

“…yeah…sure…whatever…”

*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.*

“Do ya have any like…oph those icepacks…or some headache medicine…”

[crystal-shift]

“I do have some medicine for your headache, yes.. although I suggest you rehydrate. I have some juice to help you with that, nice and cold too..”

—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—

“Take it slow, alright?”

[tyrant-w4rden]

!!CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNING!!

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

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

———————————————————————

———————————————————————

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.*

*The Warden slowly began closing his many eyes, preparing to sink into a deep slumber. Something he so desperately craved right now…just…a nice…long…rest…*

[crystal-shift]

—Just as Banhammer laid down, a knock was heard at the door. Let's not question how, but Medkit was waiting right outside the door... Maybe the deer had felt the Warden needed some help, and had come over just to do that....—

—Medkit stands outside, waiting for the door to be opened.—

[tyrant-w4rden]

*Insert a loud groan from BanHammer. Swords DAMN IT, Who the HELL was knocking on his door right now?*

*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…?”

*His voice was low and raspy. Probably needed some water real bad. He stared at the deer Inphernal with weariness and slight irritation in his eyes. He wanted to be left alone, but…at least this wasn’t someone coming to yell at him for being a “reckless idiot”*

[crystal-shift]

—Medkit looked up at Banhammer and sighed, of course his gut had been right about the Warden's condition...—

“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.—

“Do you mind if I come in? I could try to help you feel better, I am guessing you don't feel too well..”

[tyrant-w4rden]

!!CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNING!!

(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.*

*The Warden slowly began closing his many eyes, preparing to sink into a deep slumber. Something he so desperately craved right now…just…a nice…long…rest…*

[crystal-shift]

—Just as Banhammer laid down, a knock was heard at the door. Let's not question how, but Medkit was waiting right outside the door... Maybe the deer had felt the Warden needed some help, and had come over just to do that....—

—Medkit stands outside, waiting for the door to be opened.—

[crystal-shift]

[OPEN RP]

—Medkit has been laying down all day long, the temperatures outside are far too high for him to go out without issue, and at least indoors he has a ceiling fan, sure it wasn't much but it was enough to keep him cool.—

—He hadn't gotten much sleep, the heat was far too much to let him sleep properly and if we add the nightmares... Yeah, safe to say this deer hasn't slept at all... Who knows what awaits him today?—

[tele-warp]

Why are there so many Subspaces I am concerned

[crystal-shift]

You're not the only one concerned.

[crystal-shift]

Coffee isn't enough I need to lick an outlet and see if that works

[shurishuriken]

I should try that sometime..

[crystal-shift]

Please don't I was just joking