#verborums

[mediknight]

sydneys portrayal is so accurate to canon bc she acknowledges that leorio has hands

in honor of the one year anniversary of me receiving this message, i bestow it upon all of you to witness in its glory. this may be the highest form of praise i have every received.

[mediknight]

a thought i had: vera seems chill 90% of the time right up until she snaps and suddenly bursts into flames. leorio just sighs and is like "not another one". where does he keep picking up these small angeries

leorio has the kind of personality (loud but surprisingly stable and mellow overall) that attracts volatile smalls.

it’s a blessing and a curse.

[mediknight]

🚼 UHH LEORIO AND VERA I GUESS just for funsies

Sorry it took so long I am very picky about my doll makers. I tried a few different ones so have a few options below.

[mediknight]

‘ i haven’t had my coffee yet. ‘

good morning & good night // accepting // @verborums

He’s buttoning the cuffs of his sleeves in haste, fingers tense but effective. Morning has come more quickly than they had anticipated, and those in the resting tent slept soundly until all at once, they couldn’t.

With a futile attempt to slick back his hair, Leorio reaches for Vera’s elbow, attempting to draw her up off the bottom bunk. “Coffee can come later,” he says. “They need us out there now.”

Truth be told, Leorio longs for an easy morning, sipping coffee and reading by a window, but the dust beyond the tent flaps and chaos swirling in the desert forbids it.

He throws on his white coat and looks out toward the light with weary eyes. “Let’s go, Vera. Another day, another dollar.”

And another life possibly saved.

[lovelybullet]

❛ wait, wait, wait ! lets not do… whatever that is, okay ?! ❜

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she could dismiss the hunter, could jerk away, but pakunoda simply eyes where her hands curled around her elbow, attempting to hold her back. with more surprise than contempt, she searches her face.

‘i thought you wanted to save those birds. standing out here won’t solve anything.’ paku adjusts her hold on her pistol and cocks it for good measure. ‘direct action.’

the men within the sanctuary have been on paku’s list for some time, having stolen her haul in the early days. having them within grasp makes her fingers itch.

‘i won’t kill them here, if that’s what worries you.’ she smiles, though the expression is blatantly forced. ‘you can trust me.’

[mediknight]

though she's uncertain whether leorio celebrates the holiday, she's still careful to drop a present on his doorstep before heading out again. it's a small succulent with budding red flowers, carefully potted in a tiny pot that looks like a watering can. a note reads: "water it a little bit every week. it'll be beautiful when it fully blooms. the leaves taste like the best chocolate you'll ever have-- but be careful, only take a little bit at a time, or else it will die."

Leorio didn’t have a green thumb and had never been particularly skilled at botany (though it should be said that he did try; many herbs and plants had healing properties, after all).

Opening his door to find the potted succulent was certainly a shock. At first, he considered it might be a sort of prank. He wasn’t attuned to cultural trends, and perhaps desert plants on the doormat were the new toilet paper garland or egg coat.

When he noticed the note, his pointless ruminations vanished, and he discarded his briefcase just inside the door to collect the pot and bring it inside before departing.

He smiled as he read the note, setting the succulent on the windowsill above his kitchen sink. The gift was thoughtful and suited to Vera’s personality. She was a kind soul, and Leorio would be careful to heed her instructions. The last thing he wanted to do was kill the plant she had so graciously given him.

Of course, he was now left with the conundrum of reciprocating. He reasoned he had the entire day to consider his options. Seeing as his first impulse was to purchase the Operation game as a tribute to his work, Leorio figured he should probably give a little more thought to his gift. After all, Vera deserved something nice, to show how much she was appreciated.

[mediknight]

weowio uwu

“...”

[mediknight]

“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.”

soft sentence starters // accepting // @verborums

He coughed into his pillow, clutching at the case to muffle the sound. Shaking his head, he tried to find her in the hazy swarm of double images. “I can take care of it myself,” he insisted, though the weakness of his voice suggested otherwise.

They didn’t know each other well. He’d only just met her recently, and while their interactions had occurred when involved in stressful situations. Rescuing victims of mass disasters didn’t allow for much socialization.

Still, it wasn’t as though he distrusted her abilities. He had seen firsthand how skilled she was. Like him, she was meant for healing.

He groaned, shutting his eyes. “I can’t ask you to stay here for me...”

That much was true. His foolish pride wouldn’t let him.