@Ninian
“Yeah. Well. Believe it. Take it from someone whose broken a bone or two in his time, willing it away isn’t an option.” Jinx’s voice was bright, as if he was discussing a good career prospect, a streak of good weather or the fact that someone he didn’t like had just been pushed down a flight of stairs. Really, the voice lent itself to many things.
But the cheery, chirpy tone being used to describe grievous bodily injury was roughly equivalent, in terms of logic, to the existence of the Kanto Atheist Choir. Who were evidently quite talented, if those posters he’d seen plastered around the region during his death-or-glory run were any indication.
Jinx kneeled down, tried to grab hold of the man and set him against his shoulder-and
Nopenopenopenopenope
That was not working he was going to slip and break something else and then he’d be on the hook for medical bills. He’d have to rob a bank. And not just for fun. For work.
Work was never fun.
“....Right. So.”
Bridal style then. With a grunt, a heft, and a glare at anyone watching, Jinx impelemented the only solution he could see.
“.....I know this is tragic and all, but watching him wake up is gonna be a treat.” He glanced at Houndoom. “.....I don’t suppose you could work a camera with your paws huh?”
Boom. Crash. Shouting.
“So uh right we shouldbegettingoutofhererightnowIhearthePokemonCenterisnice.” Security. Crap.
Jinx strode forwards, much faster than any man carrying another man, when said man’s form could be described, at it’s most manly as ‘lithe’ should.
Jinx
“Yeah. Well. Believe it. Take it from someone whose broken a bone or two in his time, willing it away isn’t an option.” Jinx’s voice was bright, as if he was discussing a good career prospect, a streak of good weather or the fact that someone he didn’t like had just been pushed down a flight of stairs. Really, the voice lent itself to many things.
But the cheery, chirpy tone being used to describe grievous bodily injury was roughly equivalent, in terms of logic, to the existence of the Kanto Atheist Choir. Who were evidently quite talented, if those posters he’d seen plastered around the region during his death-or-glory run were any indication.
Jinx kneeled down, tried to grab hold of the man and set him against his shoulder-and
Nopenopenopenopenope
That was not working he was going to slip and break something else and then he’d be on the hook for medical bills. He’d have to rob a bank. And not just for fun. For work.
Work was never fun.
“....Right. So.”
Bridal style then. With a grunt, a heft, and a glare at anyone watching, Jinx impelemented the only solution he could see.
“.....I know this is tragic and all, but watching him wake up is gonna be a treat.” He glanced at Houndoom. “.....I don’t suppose you could work a camera with your paws huh?”
Boom. Crash. Shouting.
“So uh right we shouldbegettingoutofhererightnowIhearthePokemonCenterisnice.” Security. Crap.
Jinx strode forwards, much faster than any man carrying another man, when said man’s form could be described, at it’s most manly as ‘lithe’ should.