Feline Not So Good

Raika frowns down at him when he comes back to consciousness and almost immediately calls her kitty pet again. If she had been younger, she might have even pouted, but she managed to avoid doing so. She felt like flicking him on the forehead, but she thought the nurses or doctors would tell her off for doing so, and she didn't feel like dealing with them any more than she had to. Despite how annoyed she was with his nickname for her, she couldn't help but feel some heat rise to her cheeks, but she ignores the way her heart speeds up a bit. This time, she couldn't blame it on the excitement of the spar.

"Bad news, they couldn't do anything about your stench. They tell me you'll always smell like a stupid fox boy."

She crosses her arms, hoping the usual response will take some wind out of his sails, although it never seems to do the trick. Still, she feels a bit guilty, having pushed him to spar with her when she was clearly stronger and knew much more powerful jutsu than he had access to, and that guilt is only compounded every time she looks at his arm in a cast. Raika decides not to tell him that it would likely take a week for his arm to recover, and she instead goes back to sitting in the chair nearby, where she'd been waiting for hours after he'd had his arm bandaged.

"I was promoted to Chuunin, by the by. And also made a member of the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist. So I suppose it was only natural that you would lose in a spar, although I hadn't expected you to break your own arm in the process."

As she says this, Raika tosses her raven-black hair back over her shoulder, acting as though she already considered him her lesser, though if she were honest, she would admit that she had been surprised by his speed and by his apparent strength during their spar, though clearly he didn't have the relevant toughness to deal with the strength offered by the Arhat Fist stance.

Dante’s eyes focused on Raika after a bit, just in time for Raika to speak to him. He would close his eyes and chuckle from the smart remark, not letting it get to him. A quick flash of what happened just before he knocked out replayed in his mind. That’s right, she was worried. It was a strange sight indeed but it was.. Nice. Dante used his good hand to readjust himself into an up right position, yawning and wincing at any subtle movement he made with his bad arm. “Ow.. I kinda over did it.” He muttered to himself, looking down at the bandaged arm. His ears perked quickly to the sound of Raika’s voice, his eyes a bit wide from her promotion to both Chunin and as a Seven Swordsman. His ears went back and he out his head against the pillow that laid behind him. “I see. A strong woman like you is well deserving of it. I congratulate you.” He would look to her for a moment, kindness over flowing his eyes. Dante was a kind person at heart, he loved women, food and especially the hot springs. He was just a bit of a hot head due to his lineage. After a moment of silence, Dante would cough a bit into his arm, clearing his throat afterwards and looking up to the ceiling. “This shit sucks.” Now a bit irritated that he is unable to train for a bit. “Any idea how long it’ll be before I can go back to training?” He asked her, his emerald eyes looking into hers once again. His tail had draped over the bed side, slowly flicking its tip in rather impatience than irritation. Then, it hit him. “Hold that thought—“ Dante immediately used his good arm to flip the covers over and place his feet on the floor before waddling to the bathroom within the room. “Gottagogottagogottagoohmygodpleasemakeitdeargodsohnygodigottapisssobad…” he would ramble on before slamming the bathroom door shut. A moment of silence before a long exhale of relief could be heard from behind the door follow by a stream of impact from two liquids colliding. Ah yes. The nice feeling of relieving oneself, no matter what time of day was always satisfying. The toilet would flush and water would hit the sink, making it known that Dante was not a heathen but a good boy for washing his hands. How delightful. Dante would waddle back to the bed and go to hop up on the bed, a warm feeling going across his cheeks while a rather… cold feeling, went across his backside. Dante you’ve done it again. He had forgotten that there was no much to cover him in but a robe. Lovely. Dante hoped Raika hadn’t caught a glimpse and so there he scurried to cover himself quickly in the covers, clearing his throat and his tail remaining off the bed, wagging nervously. “A-anyway.”


Dante you idiot..

Raika has no idea that Dante is remembering that she had been worried about him, and so she isn't aware that she should be embarrassed about having revealed her emotions to him. She also can't help but to wince as he moves to sit up in his position, knowing that his arm is likely hurting quite a lot with the way the doctor had suggested the extent of the damage suffered by his forearm, though it turns into a scoff as he gives out the understatement of the week.

"You certainly did overdo it! Work on getting tougher before you use those techniques any more, got it?"

She shakes her head when he congratulates her on achieving both Chuunin and her place on the Seven Swordsmen, then shrugs her shoulders. No reason to tell him that she basically received the odd one out of all the seven swords; it was truly a great honor to be made a member of such an elite unit, even if she wasn't particularly well-versed in the usage of weapons as some other ninja might have been. After all, one of the Princesses was also apparently a member, she'd learned recently. That was perhaps a bit odd, but far above Raika's pay grade to question such a thing. She's about to answer Dante's question about how long he's going to be stuck in the hospital, though she'd been hoping to avoid answering such a question herself when she's blissfully interrupted by Dante suddenly needing an apparent bathroom break. Still, she catches sight of something she hadn't been expecting as he runs into the room and begins to relieve himself, making her furrow her eyebrows a bit in a mixture of confusion and more than a little disappointment.

As he settles back into his hospital bed, she considers not bringing it up, but she crosses one leg over another, kicking her right leg in the air a little bit as she wonders how she should ask such a personal question, before she gives up on any semblance of decorum and respect by simply asking it outright for him. Raika stares at him directly after he seems to be ready to move on past the question she was about to ask, a question she already knew the answer to full well since he'd turned his back straight to her in his haste to get some relief for his bladder.

"Do you have a tattoo of a paw print on your ass?"

With the sudden question, the hair on his tail and ears stood up and his face gets red. “I was 14 OKAY!” Dante crossed his arms, pouting, looking like a kid who got embarrassed. His ears pinned back, and his face quite puffy from being irritated. After the initial pout tho, he winced from the pain his arm gave him, causing him to repeatedly say “ow..”. His eyes traveled to the window that brought sunlight in, his eyes following the stream of light that landed on Raika, making him readjust in his bed, towards her, than away. “Yeah, I got it…” He finally answered to Raika, feeling like he got nagged by his mom. “You never answered me, by the way. Do you know how long?” His ears would perk up again, his tail flicking softly. His tail seemed to be puffed up more than usual, looking softer. His ears twitched every now and then, his eyes keeping on her, giving her an innocent look before being interrupted by the door opening. A woman came in, wearing a doctors coat and a clip board in her hand.

“Donatello Osaki?”

“That’s me.”

“Great. You look fine, your arm is fractured but we got it repaired to the point where you should be able to move it in a weeks time. Take care of yourself and be careful, yeah?” The doctor would explain while writing down something on the clipboard. “Ma’am, what is your relationship to the patient? Sibling, wife?” She would ask in case she could sign on behalf of Dante. Dante’s face would grow red and stutter to get out a sentence. “Th-th-that’s okay, she’s just an acquaintance. We were training and I over did it. I can sign whatever you need me to.” He gulped harshly before being handed the clipboard and pen, Dante writing sloppily with his left hand. He would hand the clipboard and pen back to the doctor who gave him a wink and walked out. “You’re free to leave whenever. Just don’t stay through the night.” She called out before the door shut completely, leaving the two in an awkward silence.

Raika raises an eyebrow when Dante exclaims that he was only fourteen when he got the tattoo on his rear end, and she's about to ask what kind of parent allows a child to get a tattoo on their buttocks, but decides that she's not really one to question the actions of one's parents; hers had abandoned the village after all, and had been both assassinated by the clan and then eaten by their own daughter for the trouble they'd gone through to try and give her a more safe life away from the clan that had actually taken her in. She instead continues to kick one foot up and down, watching him as he struggles to find a comfortable position in the hospital bed without his shattered arm getting in his own way. The way his tail is flicking all about and puffed up as it is somewhat shows how uncomfortable he really is; she'd seen the lion summons sometimes react in such a way if they felt somewhat slighted, although that was usually the only warning one would receive before a harsh and powerful batting with their strong paws. She's finally about to answer when once more the two of them are interrupted, though at least this time it's Dante's doctor.

She blinks when Dante is called Donatello, but is silent when he answers to that name anyways. Raika relaxes a bit more as the doctor herself explains that he's bedridden for the next week, availing Raika of the job of being the bearer of bad news. For some reason, she didn't want to be the one to give him that explanation; maybe she felt guilty for once in her life. After all, part of the reason his arm is broken is that she had decided to catch his punch with her hardened body, although it had been his own fault for pushing himself far too hard in the first place. Raika seems unfazed when the doctor suggests that she might be Dante's wife, and she's about to answer succinctly in the negatory when Dante himself seems embarrassed in his own refusal of any deeper relationship with her. She seems unfazed by the question, seeing it as only a normal and natural question when Dante's right arm is broken and it would likely be quite painful for him to sign very much paperwork.

"Mm. Up his pain medication if you can. He's still wincing and whining."

Despite her attempt to be quite cool, she can still feel her face heat up when the doctor suggests that Raika might attempt to stay all night, but the doctor is too far away by then to dispel any such notion that she's interested in Dante. Instead, she turns her full attention to Dante as someone she can point her flustered aggression at.

"Only in your dreams, stinky."

She seems satisfied now that he should be fine and that he's in safe hands, so she gets up out of the chair and starts to walk towards the door to Dante's hospital room, though she stops when she's about to open the door, taking a deep breath before she speaks to him, without so much as turning her head to look over his shoulder.

"After you're healed up, let me buy you a meal. It'll be my treat, since I broke your arm... And don't call it a date."

With that, she opens the door finally and walks out of his hospital room.

(OOC: attempted thread exit)

The doctor wrote up a prescription for Dante and set it on the office counter, having them fill it and give it to Dante when he left. While that happened, Dante gave a smirk to Raika with her comment about it being in his dreams, giving a jovial laugh and replying. “Then please, allow me to go back to sleep..” His eyes softened yet the top of his eyes kids fell a little low, giving her a flirty look. No matter her reaction, he would show his fangs with a cheeky smile, until she offered to pay for food when he healed up. His ears perked to the thought of food, let alone free food. Then she had to make a statement of it not being a date. He would smile softly and let her walk away, giving her a small wave and laying back down, exhaling and looking up at the ceiling.




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