maybe it's a cruel joke on me - open + headache

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]Headaches were a normal thing with Ronan, as heavy it was to admit it. Every time he traveled into his dreams his mornings were then plagued by a constant headache. But in reality it was the only time that he truly could feel in peace... most of the time. As long as no nightmares decided to pop up he could easily shift and change his mind into whatever fit his current longings and desires. Recently it had just been a lot of quiet, secluded forests and a bunch of fireflies, with a giant calm lake in the middle and a bench for his human form to sit in. He always went into his dreams as a human. It made everything seem... normal.


    After what had happened with him, apparently dying from what Tasukete had told him, and him almost drowning, the lake had been gotten rid of. Frankly, his dreams were all now tainted with a darker overbearing aura surrounding them. He wasn't sure what it was, but he had a feeling it was Lirim's doing. But the worst part was that his head didn't hurt like it normally did. A combination of what his father had done to his brain and the multiple times he had hit his head when going down into the ravine now forced a different kind of ache into his skull. It was there all the time, stronger when feeling strong emotions, but still always there despite that. His headaches used to go away after a few hours, but Ronan had been sitting what felt like half the day and yet he still felt like hell.


    The hiisihound was visibly in pain. His head was still wrapped up in bandages to make sure that nothing worse happened to his fragile skulls, and the pressure of the tightly wrapped fabric helped soothe or at least numb some of the bigger pains. He knew this for a fact for he had attempted to take the bandages off, only to have to go to one of the medics to get it wrapped up before he fell into a fucking coma. So now he sat with bandages as white as his fur, rubbing his forehead with a silent snarl etched into his maw.


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    Kuroo wasn't sure if he should approach but the sight of the other male made his heart ache as a pout formed on his face. Pain was no good, especially headaches. He's had a couple himself but never to the point where his head had to be bandaged up. Biting the inside of his lip, he found himself walking over to him and offering a small smile. "I could make you some tea, if you like. It might soothe the pain." The tall feline offered with a flick of his tail. When he was in pain, something hot usually helped him go through it. Sometimes it didn't fully cause the ache to disappear, but it made it a bit more bearable.


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    GENERAL:
    • tetsurou kuroo
    • male
    • sixteen months
    • panromantic, homosexual
    • sunclan warrior
    • npc x npc
    • loves volleyball
    • based off of tetsurou kuroo from haikyuu


    PHYSICAL:
    • [CURRENT] tall black serval with deep orange eyes


    INJURIES:
    • n/a


    PERSONALITY:
    manipulative - playful - easy-going - smartass - mature - brotherly - compassionate - total seme - childish - loyal - instigator - natural born leader
    ENFP


    CURRENT EVENTS:
    • n/a


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    • mentoring no one
    • crushing hard on kei tsukishima
    • close friends with kei tsukishima


    CONFRONTATION:
    • closed to death, maim, torture, and capture - open to small injuries - mentally hard, physically hard
    [color=#000]•     attack in [color=maroon]BOLD MAROON
    [color=#000]•     can powerplay anything kawaii and fluffy (ex. glomps,
    tackling, hugs ect)


    [color=black]POWERS:
    grow small plants at will (flower prints) [color=black]-     conjuration [color=black]-     scent manipulation


    plotting [color=black]&& biography [color=black]&& heartchart

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    A low, uncertain breath escaped Ronan at the approach of Kuroo, and his four eyes flickered up to gaze at him with was at first a judging and menacing, challenging look. Yet his facade soon wavered and then fully disappeared as another painful throb coursed through his head, and he decided to drop his act of being 'tough and okay.' It wasn't worth it now. He could deal with injuries, since he could dream them away, but since his dreams were a basis for his pain... he couldn't really do anything but grudgingly accept.


    "What kind?" he murmured gruffly in response, his voice not purposefully unkind but accidentally coming out as so.


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    Kuroo didn't look too much into the aggravated tone in his voice as he hummed quietly to himself, a gentle smile on his face. The male seemed to be older than him and until he actually did something that the serval disliked, he found himself in no way harboring any distaste towards him. Plus, you gotta respect your elders, right? Even if they are just a few months older than him. At his inquiry though, the male thought of it as in invitation to continue so he sat down in a casual manner and wrapped his tail around his paws. "In my time on this planet, I've tasted many different ones," he began, reminiscing for a second before turning his attention back to Ronan. "What do you feel like drinking?" The other may not know it but for him to be able to use his conjuration powers effectively, he has to at least taste or see what he's summoning before doing it or he might experience some complications. Maybe a headache or he summons a fern instead of flower. It's all about gathering the image in his mind first before bringing it to him. It's like going to the store not knowing what to buy because you're not sure as to what you need in the first place.


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    GENERAL:
    • tetsurou kuroo
    • male
    • sixteen months
    • panromantic, homosexual
    • sunclan warrior
    • npc x npc
    • loves volleyball
    • based off of tetsurou kuroo from haikyuu


    PHYSICAL:
    • [CURRENT] tall black serval with deep orange eyes


    INJURIES:
    • n/a


    PERSONALITY:
    manipulative - playful - easy-going - smartass - mature - brotherly - compassionate - total seme - childish - loyal - instigator - natural born leader
    ENFP


    CURRENT EVENTS:
    • n/a


    RELATIONSHIPS:
    • mentoring no one
    • crushing hard on kei tsukishima
    • close friends with kei tsukishima


    CONFRONTATION:
    • closed to death, maim, torture, and capture - open to small injuries - mentally hard, physically hard
    [color=#000]•     attack in [color=maroon]BOLD MAROON
    [color=#000]•     can powerplay anything kawaii and fluffy (ex. glomps,
    tackling, hugs ect)


    [color=black]POWERS:
    grow small plants at will (flower prints) [color=black]-     conjuration [color=black]-     scent manipulation


    plotting [color=black]&& biography [color=black]&& heartchart

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt]Meanwhile were headaches a familiar thing to Tasukete himself. He spelt tears many times, went through plenty kind of moments he had to suffer from, always does he stayed awake and never shut his eyes to his slumber, and never had he felt so alive then with such pain always screaming across his mind. Without the headaches though, Tasukete would feel completely empty inside, and he couldn't tell if that would either drive him insane or not.


    He was just... used to it.


    Somehow.


    The sight of his friend nearby made the ebony feline stopped from what he was doing, which he was just wandering across the camp to get some fresh air, but he was uncertain if he should approach to Ronan as well. He really doesn't want to overwhelm the hybrid when apparently he already had someone to take care of him, but the concern over him and his current health condition was influencing him to come close to him. Besides Ronan probably doesn't know who that guy was (but he was glad to see that he wasn't being stubborn and snap at him as he thought he would, especially towards strangers) and doesn't feel comfortable about it, so he would need him to be safe.


    Tasukete would never mind being a shield to him.


    Even if he had to take a bullet for him.


    Taking few deep and slow breathes, Tasukete decided that it was best to go over to them and limping his way towards where Ronan and the stranger was, wincing in most steps he took by the injuries he had, Tasukete was able to reach to the spot where he wanted to go and awkwardly take a seat beside Ronan. Tasukete did almost forgot that there was someone here also and he blinked his emerald eyes over to the black serval, offering him his timid smile before he glanced back at his friend. He didn't like when there was strangers around where he was, especially how close they would be, but Tasukete tried to pretend that the tall serval wasn't here as he was. It's nothing personal, and he never really met Kuroo before, but it's just that... He just doesn't like strangers in general. "H-hey," gently greeted the former Physician who also offered him a smile of his, yet it looked more reassuring and warming before he glanced down at his forepaw and blinked his eyes. He had this urge to hold his forepaw, and he doesn't know why, but recently he was starting to like having contacts.


    Yet to make things less awkward than it should be, Tasukete only gave his forepaw few light pats with his own before the scarred feline glanced up at Ronan. "h-how are are you feeling, Ronan?" He knew that it was very much so a dumb question to ask, and clearly by the way Ronan looked, he was an absolute mess. But his impaired mind was progressing pretty slow to think of anything else than a "how are you" sort of a question and even without realizing at first, he dared to ask that before he started to feel extremely awkward and he glanced away from Ronan and gently bit the lower lip, afraid of his reaction to his inquire.


    But you couldn't blame the mentally damaged feline, could you?