she watches as he moves, a little smile curving her lips. he’s an alley cat, alright; angry and near-spitting, fur raising with his rage. others might find it intimidating, frightening even. but leah finds comfort in it. here is someone willing to fight for her. here is someone willing to KILL to keep her out of danger. allies like that are becoming fewer and further between nowadays.
“i finished my dissertation. i mean, it still needs revisions, but i gotta wait on the committee to get back to me on that.” she takes the brace from him with a soft thank you. leah hisses as she straightens her arm, forces her hand inside. white-hot pain shoots up her arms, and she cannot stop the tears from bloomingin the corners of her eyes. “so, y’know. i did what anyone with a fake id would do, and i started to head out to a few clubs. i deserve it, dammit.”
the rush of adrenaline is starting to fade. the pain in her wrist was bad to begin with, but now? fuck, it’s almost unbearable. her knees scream with the weight of her body. even her back seems to betray her. this is not how she wanted her night to go. and now hob’s got to deal with it.
“got fuckin’ attacked by a giant mutant tortoise-looking bastard. called himself slash.” hobbling over to his couch, leah flops down– and then immediately regrets it. white-hot pain shoots up her back. “son of a BIT– uh. yeah, long story short? motherfucker was trying to use my ass to send a message to the boys. to RAPHAEL. which, first of all, eat my entire ass, that’s not happenin’. secondly, do i look like some damsel?
“oh, big cat, i do not feel good.”
“Yeah I’d reckon you’re not feelin’ too good.”
Though he’s angry, there’s no real heat directed at Leah. His tail lashes again and he lets out a huffy sigh through his nose, ears still completely flat against his head as he considers for a moment. After giving her a look over, he gestures to the couch with one paw, the one that’s holding a brace and a bottle of water.
“Go on, have a sit. I got some of the good shit here, should knock out the pain pretty fast, and we’ll get this brace on you.”
To say the gruff old alley cat is unhappy would probably be an understatement. The streets were kill or be killed, it was true... and he was very happy to be on the side of “kill.” But he knew damn well Leah wasn’t a pushover, so whatever had hit her was clearly something bigger. What a time to get her wrist broken... middle of the first shots fired of a damn war.
But the mention of what got her gives him pause. A giant mutant tortoise...? Maybe the guy his contact was talking about. Seems he may have to reconsider that offer of a partnership if the bastard was set to go after his people.
But on the other hand, she was tangled up with those turtle brats. Though the last few years had cooled his anger at them and their rat master somewhat, he was still somewhat sore over the whole situation. He may not be actively hunting them, but the thought of teaming up for something like this...
“Yeah those kids would’ve freaked. Probably best they don’t know till you’re a little less rattled yourself.”
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