"Stop acting smart," He said, looking down at him, "It way to cute." He whispered, kissing him.
An RP Idea That I Just Came Up With [OPEN!]
Lucas stuck out his tongue, trying to pout but too tired to put his tongue back in. He just lay his head on Thatcher's arm, half awake with his tongue out.
(Lucas is all drugged up lmao)
"HEHE." He snickered, "You're so cute." Touching his tongue he tried to put it back into the puppy's mouth.
Lucas whined quietly, but didn't do much. What did they drug me up with? Everything's so… colorful? He spotted something colorful in the air and tried to lick it, but of course there was nothing there.
(Oh wow resurrection.)
(Yeeeeee)
"Ok, stop playing possum," Thatcher said, stopping in front of the orphanage, "Uh, so what do I do know?"
(I wanted it to survive)
"I dunno… so.. tired… wait, what's that?" Lucas lifted his head and looked around. "Did you hear that?"
"I kissed you?" Thatcher questioned, "And we're home now?"
"No… there's a… bell? Something's ringing." The sound seemed to blast in his ears again and he jumped, startled.
"Nothing is ringing, that's you on head silly. Certain medication can cause ringing ears."
"I don't like it… make it stoooop…" Lucas whined, pawing at Thatcher's chest. (I gtg get ready for playing d&d now, now I'll be gone for… idk, a few hours at least?)
(Ok)
"I'm sorry little one," Thatcher cooed, "But I cant."
(Okay last response lol)
"Why not? I thought you were… powerful… or something.." He yawned a bit and lay his head back down on Thatcher's arm.
"That's medicine doing that to you," Thatcher pointed out, "I cant stop it, it has to fade away."
"How long till it goes away…?"
"I dont know, I'm sorry."
"Mmm…. where are we?" Lucas looked up at the orphanage, his vision blurry and distorted.
(My replys will be slow)
"We're home, your home." Thatcher said, walking up the steps and opening the doors.
The receptionist looked up, confused. "Thatcher? Is that… Lucas? Why is he in animal form? And why is he wearing a cone?"
"Sorry mam, he was attacked while in this form, I brought him to the vet and they did this to him."
"Attacked? By what? Is he okay?" Lucas's tongue was sticking out again, and he seemed to be asleep, or at the very least almost asleep.
"I think it from another dog, and the vet said he'll live, he just has to rest."
"Alright, I suppose he'll just have to stay in his room until he has recovered, then. Do you know the extent of his injuries?"
“No, we have to call the vet of that.” He said truthfully.
"Okay, I'll just take him with me, then." The receptionist took Lucas into her arms and he whined, opening his eyes a bit. "Thaaatcherrrrrr……"
“Yes? What is it?” Thatcher said quickly.
Lucas didn't respond, seeming to not want anything in particular other than Thatcher staying.