#feraldavesprite

[feraldavesprite]

==> Be lonely.

DS had spent his Valentine's Day alone, but he guesses that it's okay. He guesses that it's okay. It's so okay, in fact, that he's going to go curl up in his cave and go eat something. Maybe some clams. Yep. Ha ha, Valentine's Day. Gotta love it.

[turntechgodkid]

He takes a moment to hop up onto a counter and sit there like a cat, obnoxiously exploring everything before turning his attention to the chicken. "... What's that?"

Dave offers it to him. "Food."

[turntechgodkid]

"Food." he idly responds, purring a little.

Dave leads him to the kitchen and pulls out some cooked chicken. "This good?"

[turntechgodkid]

After giving his leg an experimental stretch and bend, he grins. "Yeah, thanks!" he chirps, delighted. Wasting no time, he hops off of the bed and trots out of the room on all fours, searching for a kitchen. Wow, DS, rude.

Dave trails behind. "Whatcha lookin for?"

[turntechgodkid]

"Please." he huffs and sits there, curling the toes of his uninjured foot.

Dave nods and pauses time and accelerates the rate of healing on his leg until the bone is finished healing completely. He rubs at his nose as it starts to bleed from the energy loss and the universe getting mad at him for bending the rules. He unpauses time and pats his leg gently. "Better?"

[turntechgodkid]

Perks his ears up in surprise. He should weigh a lot. Then again... He may have lost a ton of weight from being unable to hunt. "... Okay. Just... Don't touch it, 'cause it really hurts."

Dave sets him on his bed and nods quietly. "I might be able to heal you if you want?"

[turntechgodkid]

He shakes his head. "I may have broken my leg a while ago..."

Dave frowns and gently picks him up. "Dude. Lemme see."

[turntechgodkid]

He puffs up and limps around a corner, grumbling a hello.

Dave frowns quietly. "Are you okay?"