Nobu Kobayashi (bakayaro) wrote in birthrightrpg, @ 2021-01-19 22:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | ronnie milam, ~nobu kobayashi |
Who: Nobu & Ronnie
When: December 30th; sometime after this
Where: Searchlight
What: The aftermath
Rating: Low - description of a wound
Ronnie was jamming.
He revisited old playlists on his Spotify account trying to avoid the notifications popping up like wildfire on his phone. Lately he’d been filtering through the more modern rap artists finding a good reason to bob his head at Megan Thee Stallion. She was super confident, real hot girl shit, and he dug that. Falling in step to the rhythm of the music he mouthed lyrics on the Savage Remix with the Queen Bee.
It was rare he left the house these days but a walk sounded like the perfect thing. He felt better knowing that Tal was keeping an eye on him, that Mikey knew where he was, and the promise of not straying far from the house was also there. Driving was preferable but he wanted to walk.
An animal laying around was not an uncommon sight; roadkill, dumped pets, or crazy zombie creatures which were looked at like ordinary circumstances, didn’t really phase Ronnie. Though the look of the thing laying there struck him as oddly different.
A hand lifted to the earbud dangling out of the shell, a gentle squeeze with fingers and the music stopped. He approached the little animal. It was alive, breathing, and didn’t seem like it was dangerous. Most people would’ve avoided it - rabies and whatnot - but Ronnie wasn’t that type of a dude. It wasn’t in him, either, just to let the thing lay there and get eaten by an animal.
“Hey little dude,” Ronnie cooed, kneeling down to check the raccoon-like creature. Fingers brushed fur, tickling gently across stomach, then sliding over back and up to the ears. “You okay?”
Not sure if the thing was even conscious, carefully he scooped the animal up, tucked it into the inside of his coat to keep it warm and then moved to stand up slowly.