Miramo spun around when the slave showed up again, looking rather confused and frustrated, but not angry. His cheek flushed slightly from embarras.sment when he realized he'd as.sumed the lavender-haired male had tried to run. Apparently, he'd just wandered off a bit too far.

He stared at the mockingbird for a moment, frowning slightly. He knew a lot about treating neko and human injuries, but not much about animals. Still, common sense should dictate here. He set the aloe and bandages on a table by the chairs before going over to a small tree nearby and breaking off two small branches and returning to the the slave. Taking the bird in his hands gently, he sat down in one of the chairs and placing the bird in his lap, beginning to use the twigs and bandages to make a tiny splint for its wing. 

((Pfft. At least you didn't get hit with a freak t-storm as soon as all the drama started xD

Jeezum...

Anyways, just summarize it? You don't have to rewrite it if it'll be too much trouble.)) 

((Aww, that sounds nice <3 But there's no helping when those things happen. *sticks tongue out at Rika's phone*))

Miramo finished the last tiny knot on the bird's bandage and leaned back in the chair, resting his head on the slave's shoulder. There was something that just felt... odd in this situation. The boy had actually touched him first... and the white neko actually enjoyed it. The small hands on his shoulders, ever so slightly applying pressure, just felt nice, although he had no clue why.

He sighed softly. "I think so." he answered. "It might have trouble flying if the bone doesn't heal right, but I'm certain it will live." I hope. He added softly in his head. The last thing he wanted was the bird to die and the slave to feel as though the white neko had lied to him. That would be the worst... 

Miramo smiled as the young slave hugged him, sitting there unmoving so as not to startle the slave and make him move away. The boy's body was rather warm and it felt nice to have someone touching him like this. It'd been too long since he'd had a sincere hug. He nodded softly to acknowledge the thanks, staring down at the bird in his lap. The slave really seemed to like it, so he hoped it would be ok.

((Rika is not a fail xD)) 

((Homigosh, I could not do that D: I think the longest competition I ever went to was the Regionals Pokemon tournament last year in Misouri. 

And now you've got me curious T_T))

Miramo let out a soft purr when the slave nuzzled him but abruptly stopped when the boy reached down the touch the bird, seeing the raw marks on his wrists. Oh right... the whole reason he'd gone into the house in the first place was to get something to sooth the raw marks. The white neko's tail flicked in annoyance at his forgetfulness.

He sighed and glanced back at the slave, who was now smiling happily at him. He couldn't help but chuckle slightly. The boy certainly seemed to be warming up to him quickly.

"Alright, now," the neko said, gently pulling himself out of the slave's hold, "The bird's going to be alright so let's take a look at you." He shrugged off his jacket and placed it in another chair close by and set the bird on it as a sort of bed. He stood up and motioned for the lavender-haired male to sit, giving him a small smile.

((Ugh, feels like a brainfail Dx)) 

Miramo returned the slave's smile, his tail twitching slightly as he finished applying the aloe to his neck and wrists. Once that was done, he wiped his hands on his pants and grabbed the bandages, starting to wrap the boy's wrists. "If it's too tight just tell me." he said, his head down as he focused on the task at hand. "Oh, I've been meaning to ask, do you have a name?" the white neko asked.