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A slight tap of appreciation rose in him as the male had not caused additional trouble by trying to push away or reject his rather harsh movements when he had gotten the stranger up from the ground. Of course, Haku was the only salvation the other could hope to find at time being. Haku himself had only been carried there by the unpredictable current, and of course, one must not forget a sensitive nose! The defeated male’s feet mostly dragged along the surface, but it could not be helped, as he was the size of his savior plus a slight bit more. He could always have tried to lift him up on his back, but it was not very far to the first houses in the outskirts of the long dead city.
The rain bribed him endlessly by covering him in numerous of diminutive caresses, cooling the body that was heating up by the heavy burden he was halfway carrying, halfway dragging away deeper into the land named after the cursed flower. The cream sprayed face with the black nose in the center lifted slightly up towards the darkening mood of mother earth, and he let his tongue leap out to catch one of the soothing water drops as he tried to make the decision where to actually dump the KO’ed body. The poison’s nature remained unspoken of, and the only other apparent injury was the chest. Blue eyes wandered down to the crimson chest. Haku had something similar himself, the healed gash running sideways down his chest. There was no Deuce to help them here now, but it was the poison that seemed to be the most fatal.
Antidotes were useful things. Houses as well. Right, left, the male took half a second to gaze at the lonely buildings. Aye, soon there. The last breath that carried the words died, but movement turned into life again, and he chose the left building. One was as good as another, he supposed. He dragged the other male inside and laid him gently down on a hideous carpet on the floor in what probably had been the living room. The house was completely empty though. Well, well ,well. Antidote. He mumbled the word as he let his hand enter the pouch and search out a white flower. He had probably seen it before, but he had never taken care to notice the floral life. It was meaningless.
He laid the flower quickly next to the sick male and left his side for a small moment. He took a quick trip outside and called out for his aunt, wherever in the world she was. The possibility that she was away and out of reach was very present, but all things went as they had to. Dush boom bang, and Haku was on the some younger man’s side again. Tell me what to do with the flower. It was a demand. Unconscious, fine enough, but he wanted to know what to do first. Fingers brushed over the crimson painted chest, picking on the bandages. Fuck this building, he wanted some cloth.