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    [align=center][font=georgia]FALLEN ANGEL, with a BROKEN ARROW
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    Cain was pretty sure Kobra was going to keep giving him those pointed, watchful looks every time they ran into one another if Cain didn't finally just come talk to him. It wasn't that the regent was resistant to the killjoy wanting to help, after all, but more of that he didn't even know what Kobra expected him to say -- there was possibly too much to say, even. Cain felt exhausted just thinking about it.


    He was willing to indulge him, however - if only because he was so relieved to have Kobra back, and because he wanted the chance to make sure that everything was okay with him. "Kobra," he called lightly in greeting upon stopping at the killjoy's shop, carrying a wad of herbs he'd gotten from the medicine ward. Nothing major; Cain knew the very basics of healing, and he only had a few strength herbs for Kobra.


    (That, and some mint leaves to help bury the very faint scent of alcohol on his breath. He wasn't drunk, just maybe a little buzzed.)
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    [hr][hr]kobra had cleaned up the graffiti, but he still had flinched at almost all of the sayings. the phil one had made him stop for a full ten minutes because things weren't the same anymore. he wasn't the odd new tidalclanner that was surprisingly gookd with words. he was the broken therapist who just wanted everyone to be okay.
    he blinked, hearing cains. "cains? come in, and what the hell is that?" he asked, referring to the herbs. he had thought it was catnip for a split second. he almost shuddered at that because he was clean now, no more alcohol or catnip or any of that for him.

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    "Herbs. For you," he returned evenly as he stepped in, offering only a vague half-smile as he set the wad down. He didn't miss the look (it was always that look, honestly), but Cain just didn't mention anything about it as he leaned back slightly and added, "They're just to boost energy and strength, though. How've you been, since waking up? Tired at all?"


    (Sometimes he forgot that he spent six months in a coma. Mostly it didn't feel like that, not really, because there was the realm and the realm just wasn't... the same, he supposed. Cain had difficulty explaining it, but Hospy understood what he meant. He did remember it, though, and he remembered the exhaustion in the days following as he trailed slowly after Anubis. Kobra had barely paused to recover before jumping back into TidalClan.)
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    kobra relaxed slightly at that. herbs. just some herbs. it wasn't anything that would break the promise he made (nights full of hazy memories of pretty gals and rough guys and non-binary beauties, catnip being the only thing they'd consume beside alcohol). "yeah, thanks," he said, refraining from saying what he told destroya and how he was ready to collapse since he avoided sleep now, "i've been fine. helping arnab out, might even end up his friend if he likes me enough." ("steer the topic away from you" the vargas family motto)

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    "Mm," he offered in response to the thanks, and settled down to watch as Kobra shifted about. The mention was Arabian wasn't surprising, given how close the two seemed lately, and Cain was honestly sort of relieved - the guy probably needed a friend. Cain might have tried, but he got the feeling Kobra would be better about tending to the dragon. "That's good, at least. How is he?"
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    [hr][hr]kobra kind of wanted to laugh at that. he wasn't sure what was going on with him and arnab at all. almost friends, but acting like they have been dating for months. he wasn't really sure what he actually felt for him either. wonderful. "he's fine, been teaching him the layout of the mall. the way to my shop was the first thing he learned." he replied.

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