|| You check the cat for any bloating or serious injury; he purrs somewhat feebly in your hands, which is a good sign. Still, his gums look a little discolored, and his eyes seem a bit bleary. You cluck your tongue.
GUNDAM: I see… GUNDAM: It is but a mere food-poisoning incident. Nothing more. GUNDAM: And, as luck would have it, I happen to possess the antidote!
You extract one of your new potions from the sack hanging from your belt. You had intended to save these for the Dark Gods, but…you would be a terrible breeder if you neglected an animal in need. The cat squirms when you drip a few drops of the antidote on his tongue, but otherwise doesn’t fuss.
You’re confident you’ve just cured him as you hand him back to his owner.
GUNDAM: You are fortuitous, woman. Had you not met me on this day…your feline protector might have died. ||
❥ ❥ • [ You're very curious as to what the other plans to do. Was he a magic user and use some kind of spell? Did he have medici--yup. He has medicine! Hooray for such generous strangers! You end up curiously staring as he gives Mutie the "antidote" as he calls it, and the next thing you know he's right back in your arms. You note that he seems to be getting better actually as he relaxes in your touch and his expression more calm. ]
ROXY: ooooh poor mutie
ROXY: im not feedin u anymore of that cooks food
ROXY: the freshest ingredients around my arse
[ You smile down at him and scratch gently at his chest, then look back at the stranger. ]
ROXY: hey thanks for helpin my lil friend here uh
ROXY: but did u just
ROXY: call him my protector
ROXY: dont u got that backwards












