~Oblivion~ {A Fantasy RP}

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“Y-Yeah” he smiles he starts to walk back toward his post since it’s by the enterance, walking noticeably closer to gold. His face is still incredibly red.

Gold happily walks close to him as they neared the entrance "Ya look like a tomato mate" he points out cheekily when he noticed the poor Oracle was still a blushing mess
 
Gold happily walks close to him as they neared the entrance "Ya look like a tomato mate" he points out cheekily when he noticed the poor Oracle was still a blushing mess
“I c-can’t help it” He says meekly “Sean’s totally gonna call me out” he mutters, mainly to himself
 
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(Okay, well Frosty the snow girl isn't responding to Neo's knock at the door. Which is fine because I can just skip to the good part. Rewind a little.)

He stood in the doorway with the healer as she awoke in a cold sweat.
 
(Okay, well Frosty the snow girl isn't responding to Neo's knock at the door. Which is fine because I can just skip to the good part. Rewind a little.)

He stood in the doorway with the healer as she awoke in a cold sweat.
Xyla looked up nervously, afraid but then comforted by the sight of Neo and...a healer. At least it wasn't one of her parents, so she calmed down a bit.
 
(Okay, well Frosty the snow girl isn't responding to Neo's knock at the door. Which is fine because I can just skip to the good part. Rewind a little.)
He stood in the doorway with the healer as she awoke in a cold sweat.

(Oh snap I'm sorry, I don't think I saw that ;-; me bad)
 
He leaned on the doorway. One hand smushed over his mouth and his brow wrinkled. She seemed worse, now. More nervous, though he wasn't sure how. She had just slain a cat, and now she was afraid of the doctor?
The medic sat his bag down and pulled the remainder of the herbs from her wound, careful not to prick her with the thorns. He was a nervous little man, and made a sort of squeaking sound every once in a while. Maybe he was talking to himself? Trying to remember something? Neo unfurled one of his wings and started preening, nervously running his fingers over the blue feathers.
When at last the man seemed satisfied with his mutterings, he pulled out some bandages and salve. "You did a fine job. Fine job, yes, yes." He twittered. "Cats claw is good for many things. Many things. Hm, hm!"
 

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