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[noasark]

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[Action] Backdated to Late June Fog

[chosenofthunder]

[Well into the fog and squeezed at Noa's bedside is Touya in the shape that the fog makes him into. He's clearly not that good at doing all-nighters, but there's no danger in Dyster, especially with the kind of care the citizens give to the 'honored ones'.

But even in his fog form, there's much less bulk on him than usual, accentuated by the visibly thinner fur along his protruding bones. His ears are still sharp though, he's prepared to wake up at the slightest noise.]

[noasark]

[That 'something' is a slight groan from the snake-everything hurts. Everything-between bizarre hand-like growths that have come in on his back, and overacting venom glands, he's in absolute agony.

His eyes are just fine however, and he can see how Touya looks-between the loss of mass and the emphasis on the bones, he cannot help but pull a face.]

...Guh...you actually starved yourself sitting here..? [He rasps, not entirely aware of where he even is.]

..you really are a fool, aren't you...

[chosenofthunder]

[With almost dog-like excitement Touya perks up awake and moves too quickly to stand, bumping his head sharply on the hut's ceiling. He grunts in surprise before laying back down instead.]

Whu..? I didn't. This just happened to me out of nowhere.

[There's nothing to help Touya's voice being rough as usual in this shape, but it certainly sounds like he's been practicing in not slurring and rumbling out words.]

[noasark]

[A bump?

Now his eyes are wide, and he's looking upward and then around, realizing all too quickly where he is.] Oh yes, your ribs just dug their way through your fur, didn't they?

How did you even get here in the first place? [he adds, hissing.] Do you even realize where we are?!

[chosenofthunder]

Other way around maybe. Squirt thinks it could be that parasite....

[Touya might've compared it to a tapeworm if he knew what such a creature was.]

.... And you were hurt bad enough that you needed help... Because of me. [The werewolf's red eyes are filled with upset and guilt as his voice wavers a little. D'aww, this poor and shaken puppy.]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you so hard. Sure I would've died, but I'm sorry. You'll be okay right?

[noasark]

Squ- [He sighs. 'Of course he can talk to it', he seems to mutter, only to stiffen as he turns his eyes to the were again.]

If it was your life or mine then you should have just gone through it! Unlike anywhere else, I have a guaranteed return here! [The snake huffs, crossing his arms and grimacing as a sting of muscle pain hits from his back. He has yet to even look at it-and right now he doesn't really want to.] Stop panicking. All you'll do is get yourself hurt in here.

[chosenofthunder]

[Technically he talks at Squirt. It takes patience and knowledge of how to read body language if you can't speak Pokemon.]

...... You're my friend. And I don't want to be a murderer.

[He's fine with animals. but one human was one too many.]

[noasark]

[Friend. He still finds himself blinking off disbelief whenever that comes out, but for now he half burrows himself back in his coils to scoff.]

You should be drawing the line at signing yourself away to Gods and ghost towns then, [he growls.] Like I said-it's a guarantee for me.

You have a world to go back to.

[chosenofthunder]

[No matter how unreadable Noa tries to make himself and how much bitterness there is in the naga's voice...

Well, maybe people from Touya's world are naturally more empathetic. Touya lets the quiet settle only for a few moments as he peers around at the small place again.]

Do you ever get lonely?

[noasark]

[The snort given is loud, even if there was a slight hesitation.]

Tell me you're not seriously asking that.

[chosenofthunder]

Mn... I don't think it's that bad to ask.

[noasark]

It's a pointless thing to ask, [he grumbles.] You already know the answer.

[Or at least, the one Noa is hoping for.]

[chosenofthunder]

[Touya can take a decent guess and it won't be what Noa would like him to think. But the werewolf wisely chooses not to say it.

Then carefully minding his large claws, he brings a paw forward to gently lift at the new limbs on the snake's back and examine them if he doesn't protest too much.]

[noasark]

[There is a hiss-and a weak mutter in reply.] Now what are you doing..?

[chosenofthunder]

[Just as delicately, Touya gets the one he's looking over to spread.]

You have wings... sort of. More like fans?

[Real noodle-like when folded up though, that's for sure.]

[noasark]

WHAT?!

[So he shouts, only to regret it-there is a wheezing gasp as he clutches his throat, curling.]

That's what's on my back..?!

[chosenofthunder]

[Touya shifts up closer, balled up on his haunches, so that both his forepaws are free.]

Yeah. How much can you move them?

[And the were lets the one "wing" he was spreading rest in his paw after letting it fold again.]

[noasark]

[Ugh. So that's what the voice of the Fog was going on about...]

I can hardly move what I already had, let alone those, [he grumbles.]

[chosenofthunder]

[So grumbly. But, Noa has a perfect good reason to be so grumpy. Touya guides the likely raw appendage back to the position is was hanging from the naga's back.]

Is there anything you need?

[Water? Just space?]

[noasark]

[For now? He simply sighs through the pain, and adjusts himself more comfortably on his coils.]

...I just need silence, [He eventually says quietly.]

That's it.

[chosenofthunder]

...Okay.

[Shifting back, Touya's resting on all four paws again. Then he closes his eyes to get back to his nap.]

annd done

[noasark]

[Okay. Sleep it is. With one last relieved sigh, the snake thus closes his eyes...allowing both of them some time to perhaps take a break from the chaos of the passing days.]