[ There's calm--but it takes a moment or so for Red to release the breath he didn't know he was holding, for his body to relax. His ears have heard enough of Lapras's song not to fall to its temptation as others may, but still he has to squeeze his eyes, and Lapras catches him with her neck and head when his legs, upon moving, first nearly buckle.
But he's fine. Unlike the man there, now in a sleep. His bag is elsewhere, that canister continuing to let out water from the hairline cracks pressed into it, but Red's footsteps take him closer to the man than either of those things, Lapras's song turning to a hum and she follows a flipper at a time. Unease rests on his arms for that small amount of time, until he bends down closer to him just as he did before, checking the man's forehead with the back of his hand, yet the soft sight of red at his side a more concerning thing.
Two pokémon get called out silently, both to fetch broken wood ("snap quietly," to Charizard, a finger pressed to his lips) to put together a fire set alight by the fire type and to dry off some of the rain from the man's body. In that time he grabs his bag again, taking out the folded blanket to place at the back of his head, then some of the spare medical supplies he has. Some bandages (too fussy), plasters (too small), but the dressing pads are what he's looking for, a few buttons undone so they can be put on with a little more care than pushing aside the fabric of the shirt.
Funny, how he expected to be in this position with Mewtwo than a human, but he still wasn't sure of the reason of this man's instability as he was the pokémon's. ]
...We sure ended up in a weird world, huh...
[ The air shifts around him, but Red doesn't allow it to stay, taking in a deep breath and letting it out with sound, sighing and resting back close to Lapras. He calls Jolteon and Charizard closer to him but away from the man, just in case, Charizard resting down with his head curled next to his trainer, Jolteon laying as well.
He'll give him some time, let the fire hopefully keep him warm. He doesn't know how well trying to get a doctor out here will do. ...Or maybe he'll end up accidentally nodding off by the time Lu Meng stirs. Completely a possibility, listening to Lapras for that long. ]
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But he's fine. Unlike the man there, now in a sleep. His bag is elsewhere, that canister continuing to let out water from the hairline cracks pressed into it, but Red's footsteps take him closer to the man than either of those things, Lapras's song turning to a hum and she follows a flipper at a time. Unease rests on his arms for that small amount of time, until he bends down closer to him just as he did before, checking the man's forehead with the back of his hand, yet the soft sight of red at his side a more concerning thing.
Two pokémon get called out silently, both to fetch broken wood ("snap quietly," to Charizard, a finger pressed to his lips) to put together a fire set alight by the fire type and to dry off some of the rain from the man's body. In that time he grabs his bag again, taking out the folded blanket to place at the back of his head, then some of the spare medical supplies he has. Some bandages (too fussy), plasters (too small), but the dressing pads are what he's looking for, a few buttons undone so they can be put on with a little more care than pushing aside the fabric of the shirt.
Funny, how he expected to be in this position with Mewtwo than a human, but he still wasn't sure of the reason of this man's instability as he was the pokémon's. ]
...We sure ended up in a weird world, huh...
[ The air shifts around him, but Red doesn't allow it to stay, taking in a deep breath and letting it out with sound, sighing and resting back close to Lapras. He calls Jolteon and Charizard closer to him but away from the man, just in case, Charizard resting down with his head curled next to his trainer, Jolteon laying as well.
He'll give him some time, let the fire hopefully keep him warm. He doesn't know how well trying to get a doctor out here will do. ...Or maybe he'll end up accidentally nodding off by the time Lu Meng stirs. Completely a possibility, listening to Lapras for that long. ]