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Post by Atticus on Aug 4, 2011 21:53:29 GMT -5
("To be fair, Chance got sick after Tunes sent the letter. How was he supposed to know?") he defended her master oddly enough. The fact that Ellie cared so much for this kid gave Angelo a little bit of a different thought flow on the guy.
The Umbreon's red eyes flickered towards Ellie's bag. ("You know, we never checked Ellie's bag...")
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Aug 4, 2011 21:57:15 GMT -5
EV's ears came back up, and she turned toward the bag. As she did, Chance began coughing again, and Note crossed the room and sat by the little Eevee.
EV turned back to Angelo, trying to ignore Chance's raspy coughs. "You think she'd have something?"
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Post by Atticus on Aug 4, 2011 22:00:29 GMT -5
Angelo nodded. ("She might. You can look through the bag -- just don't tear it up. She's already ill, she doesn't need to worry about buying another bag,") he half-warned half-teased. He got up and walked over to the Eevee, drawing his forepaw down his back repeatedly. Ellie used to do that when he was sick as an Eevee.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Aug 4, 2011 22:05:38 GMT -5
EV snorted at his remark, but turned and trotted to the bag. She pulled it open and started shifting through it.
Chance coughed again, gasping for air between breaths. His watery eyes opened and he stared dazedly at Angelo. "I thought you didn't like me..." he whispered, his voice thick with sickness.
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Post by Atticus on Aug 4, 2011 22:12:38 GMT -5
Angelo listened as EV went through Ellie's things, hoping she wasn't tearing anything apart. His focus hardened as Chance opened his eyes. ("You can be a pain,") Angelo mused honestly, but his gaze and voice softened noticeably. ("But you're just a kid... and your sick. I can't just ignore that. Ellie used to pet me like this when I got sick as an Eevee,") The Umbreon let out a very brief chuckle, the slightest of grins tugging at his lips.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Aug 4, 2011 22:15:42 GMT -5
His eyes started to flicker closed again, but he was fighting sleep, and as he spoke, he seemed to have barely heard Angelo. "I don't like you.... because you like Viv." He coughed, and his eyes closed again, but he coughed through the fit," and she likes you."
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Post by Atticus on Aug 4, 2011 22:20:14 GMT -5
("Well this kid's brutally honest,") the Umbreon huffed as he bluntly admitted he didn't like him. But his ears cocked forward in surprise as Chance listed the reason why. ("M-Me? That's ridiculous!") he exclaimed nervously before the Eevee finished his last part of the sentence. Angelo felt like his heart jumped in his throat. EV liked him? In the same way he liked her? ...Was she even capable of those emotions? He quickly glanced back at her. Had she heard that?
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Aug 4, 2011 22:25:54 GMT -5
EV was still searching through the bag, completely absorbed in what she was looking for. She probably could not have heard Chance even if she was trying, he was speaking so softly that only Angelo could understand him.
"Nu-uh," Chance huffed boldly, his coughing fit finally ending. "I saw what you guys were doing this morning." Even though it seemed like a bit of an effort, he pouted. "She won't even let me do that with her."
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Post by Atticus on Aug 4, 2011 22:29:44 GMT -5
Angelo blinked, furrowing his brows. ("Yuh-huh!") he retorted childishly. ("And what do you mean? EV doesn't like me. She hardly likes me as a person!") His scarlet eyes widened as Chance brought up something about what he and the Flareon/Umbreon supposedly did during early daylight. ("What were we doing this morning?") the Umbreon asked, flabbergasted.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Aug 4, 2011 22:32:43 GMT -5
"Mmmhmm," His eyes were fluttering closed now. He could no longer fight sleep. "I saw it..." And like that, he was out like a light.
EV finally lifted her head from Ellie's bag, holding the best thing she could find. She slowly crossed the room and placed it on the futon, looking at it experimentally. "Think this'll help?" she asked, looking at Angelo.
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Post by Atticus on Aug 4, 2011 22:40:04 GMT -5
Angelo leaned closer to Chance, his eyes begging for more answers. Stupid kid. He's probably lying anyway... He froze as he heard EV's voice, turning around hesitantly. Tufts of fur was on end as if just her voice rattled him, now. ("U-Uh, yeah. I-It looks useful...") He couldn't help but shift a fraction of an inch away as she padded over and laid the medicine on the futon.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Aug 4, 2011 22:47:06 GMT -5
She looked at him, raising a brow as she noticed how awkward he had suddenly gotten. Any other time, she probably would have said something, but he was not her main priority now. Using a combination of her teeth and her claws she pried the bottle opened and she tapped on Chance's head. "Wake up," she said, prodding him.
He groaned, but his eyes slowly opened. "Viv...?"
"Drink this," she told him, pushing the bottle toward him.
He frowned, and started to drink it, but his face scrunched up, and he recoiled. "It tastes bad..."
"Drink it, damn it!"
He cringed, and looked at the bottle ruefully, but finished it down, gagging a little bit before he pushed it away. "There."
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Post by Atticus on Aug 4, 2011 22:51:11 GMT -5
Angelo watched as EV force fed the young Eevee the medicine. Would he recall anything he was just saying a minute ago? He looked back at Ellie, hoping the medicine she took would at least get her back on her feet. He'd wait a day or two before expecting results... or was it supposed to take longer? He hoped not.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Aug 4, 2011 22:55:46 GMT -5
Chance turned away, curling up again. His ears drooped as he closed his eyes, sleep overcoming him again.
EV took a step back, watching him fall asleep, before looking around the room. Note was sitting next to Chance, but whatever was on his mind was keeping him far from the room. It seemed that only she and Angelo were the only awake beings in the room at the moment.
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Post by Atticus on Aug 4, 2011 23:04:19 GMT -5
Angelo stared at the ground, his ears pressed back against his skull. There was no hope in asking Chance how he knew now that EV was no longer occupied and the Eevee was asleep. Should he ask her? He discarded the idea quickly. If there was some way in hell that she even did like him, she would deny it and that would just make the scene more awkward than what he was making it already. He kept silent, his eyes flickering from his paws to her eyes.
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