#ifa || interactions

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"Oh dear, oh dear!" Cacucu squawked, flying ahead of Ifa in an attempt to keep up with the quick redhead, with only a beat going by before the man called out a "What he said! Take it easy, bro! A little pitstop wouldn't kill ya but keeping on like that just might!" Now, was the situation truly that dire? He couldn't be certain until he'd gotten a closer look, but that much blood on a guy's shirt couldn't possibly mean anything good for him.

"I'll keep it real with ya, bro, I'm no physician but I am a well-practiced veterinarian with a good amount of experience tackling some human patients, too. Just let me take a little look at'cha to make sure you're not gonna croak in the middle of near nowhere, yeah? Promise it'll be quick, I just can't in good conscience let you keep on after seeing you're hurt, and neither can my friend there."

"No way, bro!" The Qucasaur agreed, little wings flapping vigorously in attempt to get in front of Diluc and put a stop to his momentum.

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Ororon is having new thoughts tonight and Ifa is about to be subjected to it while his best friend is rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Ifa, do you think it'd be gay if you sucked poison out of a snakebite on my hand?"

"Ororon..." Ifa would begin with a long-suffering sigh. Always, ALWAYS, when he saw those little gears turning in this guy's head it turned into something like this and, for the millionth time, Ifa found himself wondering just where did this guy come up with this stuff.

"Well, firstly, no it wouldn't be gay to help a bro out if he's in need in any way, shape, or form it may take but dude... that's not how venom works." He went on to explain, taking on a serious demeanor as he went into the intricacies of the situation brought to his attention, even if it was a stupid hypothetical.

"Venom is something that starts to spread through the body instantly so tryin' t' suck it out isn't gonna do a damn thing. Plus, saliva tends to introduce harmful bacteria to open wounds so it'd just end up making it easier to get an infection on the bite. Not to mention the fact that if the venom is somethin' real dangerous, it's a whole waste of time trying to suck anything out when you should be seeking professional medical help to get an antivenom as soon as possible and decrease the risk of serious tissue damage around the wound. I mean, seriously bro, it's just a whole bad idea!"

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On a rare time Ifa was able to stay the night at Ororon's and let them have a full evening of hanging out together, he always found himself nervous. Despite being his best friend for years, Ifa was still (to Ororon's knowledge) unaware that the bat boy harbored any feelings for him that were anything but just best friends; a well kept secret meant to keep the worst from happening and Ororon weirding out his best friend (even compared to some of the things Ifa has been subjected to in the past with him) and making things irrevocably awkward.

But at least for the moment Ororon could busy himself with getting Cacucu tucked into the bed that only came out when the little Saurian was there to need it. Fluff up the blankets on the bed for him to lay on, helping take the backpack off from around his little wings so the Qucusaur could get comfortable, and finally pet Cacucu's head once he'd settled down and scratched his chin under his beak.

It wasn't something Ororon thought of at all since it was simply part of his body, but he didn't think of it when he changed into a baggier shirt to sleep in and took off his jeans and momentarily only had his boxers on to cover his legs. The little blue tail sticking out from between the two garments was simply there while Ororon put his dirty clothes where they needed to go and do his best to not get distracted by any of Ifa's muscles as the vet too got changed to be more comfortable for sleep.

And then promptly failed at getting distracted when he saw Ifa on the other side of the bed in nothing but a pair of shorts. Oh.

Cue him losing his train of thought after finishing petting Cacucu, Ororon was wholly unaware that any color was creeping onto his face watching Ifa's muscles stretch and flex as he left his clothes from that day on top of Ororon's dresser and pushed his boots underneath the bed so they were out of the way. Definitely the normal way for one bro to look at another bro, right?

"Thanks again for letting me crash here, bro. Really didn't think I'd end up takin' so long with my appointments today that I wouldn't be able t' make it back to the clinic at a decent hour but it does happen sometimes. Just lucky I was close to your place, makes it a lot easier finding a comfy spot to lay my head for the night- not to mention how you already have stuff for Cacucu, too. I always tend to worry about 'im when we've gotta stay somewhere-..." Ifa's train of thought promptly went off the rails as he'd finally turned toward Ororon and something caught his eye.

Sure, Ororon did seem a little weirdly dazed but he was a weird guy so that didn't really phase Ifa all that much, he was probably just mulling over some kind of ridiculous thought nobody else in the entire world ever could've ever strung together. No, what what had captured his eyes was none other than that interesting little tail he'd caught a peek of, having not really had much opportunity to know it existed when sleepovers weren't super common between them given their respective responsibilities at each of their homes.

"Woah... guess it makes sense you'd have one since ya also have those ears, but it's probably pretty convenient that'cha can just tuck your little tail into your normal clothes, huh?" And off he went, circling around Ororon with to observe said little tail and, because he just couldn't help himself, gave it a little poke.

"Oh! Sorry, bro, I really shouldn't've done that without asking you first. Can't say I'm the most familiar with bat anatomy when my specialty is in saurians but for most animals their tails tend to be sensitive- not that you're an animal... well... mostly, I guess. Kinda hard to truly classify hybrid types but ya know me. I'm sure not gonna be the type to treat a bro differently just 'cause he's got some unique features."

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Ororon's got a question brewing in his mind, and Ifa would see the wheels turning in the bat boys head a dozen feet away by the way his arms are crossed and finger is tapping on his lip for a moment before Ororon looks at Ifa and speaks. "Hey Ifa, if you have coffee in a cup and then pour soy milk and vanilla into the cup, wouldn't that just make it three bean soup instead of a beverage?"

From where he'd been sorting through some newly acquired medicinal ingredients Ifa could only sigh, leveling Ororon with a flat look. It was truly always something with this guy, but it'd be way too much effort to try and pick apart what exactly went on in that ridiculous head because, truly, for a guy so clever he sure tended to ask questions you'd expect from someone where a breeze could flow clean through both ears and not hit a single thing of importance on its journey.

"Cacucu, would you do the honors?" The vet would turn to his saurian companion who was fluttering curiously nearby as he worked, and Cacucu didn't miss a beat squawking out a "The heck are you on about? Do you even hear yourself, bro?" as he went to give Ororon's head a light peck.

"Couldn't've said it better myself."

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The fact that Ifa was still holding onto him in return quelled a little of Ororon's worries about still holding onto Ifa's shirt, if Ifa wasn't pulling away he wasn't going to either. "You say I'm ridiculous but it has been almost three weeks since I saw you, that's long enough." And each day missing his best friend was tough enough when there was the added layer of the additional feelings he had for Ifa, but he wasn't about to just blab that like he would one of his random thoughts that would give Ifa half an anurism.

"Seriously, bro, relax. I'm not gonna disappear the second ya let me go, alright?"

Yes, he did know that, but the irrational side of Ororon that was the textbook example of yearning simply didn't want to let go. And he nodded to answer Ifa's question, but it didn't stop his gaze from going down to Ifa's mouth again as he was speaking again and chastising Ororon about possibly not sleeping enough. It was a good thing Ifa's hand wasn't checking the bat boys pulse at that moment, because the quicker pace would be giving him away that something was up with Ororon, even if it wasn't what Ifa was thinking.

"I'm sleeping fine, I just got up early today so I wouldn't sleep too late and not get everything done in my garden before you came over. Not that I don't love all my veggies that work really hard on growing for me, but I want to be able to pay attention to you when you're here. I can always take a nap after you leave if I really need to, I promise."

While there were many things Ifa was willing to ignore to some level when it came to Ororon and his eccentricities, his health was absolutely not one of them so he wasn't quite ready to back down, stern gaze still locked on Ororon as he eyed him closely. There wasn't anything super obviously off about him when he seemed alert, but he just had to make sure which meant the examination wasn't quite done.

"Hmmm... Idunno, bro. Even if your temp doesn't seem high at a touch, you do look a little flushed. You sure you're good?" He'd lean in a tad closer, hand moving from Ororon's forehead to his left cheek as his other settled on his right, effectively sandwiching Ororon's face right between both of them. Sometimes getting the truth out meant he had to leave Ororon nowhere else to run.

"I'm gonna need ya t'look me right in the eyes and promise me you're not overdoing it. You know I'll take care of you if it comes down do it, but I've got a lot on my plate this time of year since Saurian breeding season ended not so long ago and there are a lot of important check-ups to make sure all the little ones will be born nice and healthy come the fall season."

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Ororon shouldn't dwell on how natural it felt to wrap his arms around Ifa's waist and immediately nuzzle into the vet's shoulder. He knew Ifa was chronically busy and had been for as long as they'd been friends, but that never stopped the bat boy from still missing his best friend all the same when Ifa's schedule was relentless for weeks on end and there was barely time for him to go home and simply sleep, let alone making it down to the Masters of the Night Wind to see Ororon.

So now that he'd been gifted one afternoon before Ifa had appointments closer to dinnertime, Ororon could almost tuck himself into the crook of Ifa's neck and hug his waist a little more tightly. Ororon didn't need to say 'I missed you' out loud, he knew that Ifa knew it.

"You know it's been a long time since you've been down here when the basket I keep all of Cacucu's favorite snacks in is basically full. He's gonna have to take some extra berries in his backpack and some in yours too when you leave later."

Ororon knew he had to pry himself off of Ifa, but even as he straightened back up to his full height something was keeping him holding onto Ifa's shirt at both his sides; unwilling to let go unless Ifa asked him to or moved away. The hesitation to let go was more than likely visible as the heterochromatic eyes quietly stayed locked on the vet's handsome face. Nevermind that he glanced at Ifa's mouth too for the briefest of seconds, bros can't look at their bros like that. Except he did.

"Are you forreal, bro? You're actin' like you haven't seen me in months! Don't be ridiculous." Ifa sighed, but despite his chastising he'd easily wound his arms around Ororon right back, making no moves to pry the batboy off of him for the moment. Truth be told all this time without Ororon definitely sucked for him too, missing the unpredictability and friendly banter that always made his day a little more interesting, but duty calls and he just couldn't live with himself if he didn't give his all to the saurians of Natlan.

"Seriously, bro, relax. I'm not gonna disappear the second ya let me go, alright?" He assured as Ororon finally seemed to decide he'd had enough, but something wasn't quite right here either. Ororon certainly had his clingy moments, that much Ifa knew, but something just felt off about how Ororon insisted on continuing to tug at him and the way his gaze seemed to wander.

"You feelin' alright? You aren't coming down with somethin', are ya?" A hand rarely shed of its glove would reach up to Ororon's forehead, slipping beneath his bangs to try and read his temperature. "Guess ya could be tired since it's midday. You're gettin' enough sleep, right? Being more nocturnally inclined isn't a good excuse not to at least rest through the morning as the sun's coming up, we've been through this, bro."

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Ororon's definitely feeling better than he was a few days ago save for a few lingering symptoms, evident by the fact that he's mostly moving around his house normally again, but he still had a thought cook as he watched Ifa stand at the stove cooking breakfast before he got going to his work for the day. "Say Ifa, since I still have the fever that won't go away, do you think my body's kinda like a stove cooking my brain since I'm still warm and my brain is all kinds of fleshy just like the bacon you're cooking?"

"Bro..." Truly it was always just a matter of time before Ororon would have one of his unique little ideas spill right out of his ridiculous mouth, and, just like every other time, it lead Ifa to sighing as he flipped the bacon and gave a long-suffering shake of his head to the frying meat under his spatula.

"While it is true that a severely heightened temperature could cause some brain damage, a fever from an illness won't be high enough t' do it. Usually it'd need some kinda extreme environmental factor like hangin' out by the Phlogiston Currents around the Flower-Feather Clan when you're not used to 'em. So, long story short, no, you're not cookin' your brain with a fever. Though, in my professional opinion, ya ain't got much to cook out anyway, bro."

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"Oh, I got invited to a party happening tonight if you want to come with me. A guy came over to make sure my roof was still looking good and he said I looked like a guy who enjoyed a party, and I told him about how I'd gone to the resort area with some friends a few months back and he gave me his business card for tonight."

All the while Ororon is talking to Ifa he's completely nonchalant, pulling vegetables from the garden out of the basket he'd carried them inside with, laying them all out on the kitchen counter so they could be washed and cut up to be used for lunch. Definitely the look of a party animal right there with his veggies.

As he did many times Ororon spoke, Ifa did listen but only passively so as not to entirely lose his damn mind when Ororon would inevitably say something to purposefully irritate him. He could be aggravating in that way, even if Ifa was awfully fond of the weirdo, but today? Well... it wasn't so much irritation Ifa felt as Ororon told his little tale- at least, not at Ororon- it was completely bafflement because surely he didn't just hear what he heard.

"Bro..." The vet began with a long-suffering sigh, pinching at the bridge of his nose as he gathered his thoughts. Truly, this is something that could only happen to Ororon.

"There's a big difference between someone askin' if ya wanna go to a party or if ya like t' party, and the difference is one's a bro that might be tryin' t' make friends and the other's the type that'll get you in trouble. So, here's what's gonna happen." Ifa began, making sure Ororon was facing him before placing his hand gently atop his head beteeen his ears.

"You're gonna give me the card that guy gave you, and I'm gonna go have a little chat with him later about not comin' back around here again. No exceptions."