/ so yea here's ur tweet that if u invent slurs for whatever reason even if it's for giggles or towards things that don't exist bc "it's not real so it's ok" I'm blocking u
". . . Tuesday..." A sigh, but at least she got information she needed out of him before that.
"I'm-- gonna have to carry you, then... to the place I have nearby...? I have stuff there. I'm not sure if it'll help, but at the very least, you can be more comfortable there."
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⠀⠀⠀“ ..Okay, well... I'm..
..Tired, groggy, significantly weaker than usual, like.. legs and eyes are both super heavy kind of weak.
And.. I have a headache. ”
Then rolling his eyes.
⠀⠀⠀“ So.. Tuesday. ”
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"Hey, it's okay if you're a mess! It happens! You're not ugly at all, though." A soft sigh before adjusting her head to look at him in the same position.
"I-- think you're... pretty handsome, actually... So definitely don't say that, okay--? I'm sure others think the same...!"
That just makes her squeak a bit and flinch, pulling her hand back abruptly for a moment in surprise.
"Whoa-- You're... really cold...?" And then she puts her hand back to his forehead just to be sure. Yup. Cold.
". . . I'm used to fevers, not-- whatever this is... Um... —
". . . Mm... If you're sure--" A small smile at his reassurances before she lays back herself and closes those vibrant hues.
"There's always something with you, though, isn't there?" Not condescending or anything. Moreso concerned, but a bit lighthearted, too.
She can't help but to pout at that response, cheeks puffing out and hands on hips while tail flicks behind her.
"You're a bad liar, you know that?" And with that being said, she leans forward to press the back of her hand to his forehead for a temperature check.
"Fur color changing like this is Not just groggy." A soft huff before carefully guiding him while holding onto the other at the same time, intent on finding the nearest bench for him to rest on for a moment to assess him better.
"Here-- My dad taught me Some stuff... Sit down."
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Aw, man.
He was really hoping she didn't find him in this state.
That pale yellow fur sure didn't leave a good impression
⠀⠀⠀“ ..Ah—
..Oh..oh- hey.
I'm fine, I'm just a little groggy today. ”
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"Are you sure...?" Brows furrowed up in worry, but both voice and expression were still soft and gentle regardless.
"I can try to help however I can, you know--"
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⠀⠀⠀“ ..It stings a bit, and I hear some buzzin' depending on how loud the noise was, but.. it goes away after a minute or two.
So.. I'm peachy, don't worry. ”
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Lyra is quick to attempt to curl herself a bit to support him at first, arm flying around his backside to help him stand just a little straighter so she could help him a bit better.
"Sonic--? Are you okay...?"