~03

[tinytactician]

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[Has Armin been ambused by an Exeggcute? No, he just has his two little Pokemon eggs -- one is his reward, the other Eren's, since he's a little more suited for parenting than his Skarmory-ish buddy -- clustered close beside him as he opens up the grainy video on the Warp Band. Mama Hen mode: activated.

He'll give the tiniest of waves, looking unsure that this whole "broadcasting" thing will even work. Besides the two eggs -- both of which appear to be wearing sweaters -- Meredith the Ralts is there, along with a new buddy, Murgatroyd the Cherubi. The cute is a little overwhelming, feel free to shield your eyes.]

Erm. Hi. If...if anyone can hear me, of course. Ah, I was wondering if anyone had any...any tips for taking care of eggs? [A concerned look as he pats the nearest, slightly larger egg.] I...know it's best for them to stay in the Breeding Center, but...I don't...really want to leave them all alone. Without me. Alone. By themselves. Alone.

So...so any help would be most appreciated, thank you.

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[a_gentle_boy]

[He'll give a nod to acknowledge this before he slowly steps into the room behind Armin. When he speaks, it will be in the lowest of whispers.]

How often does he wake up?

[tinytactician]

[Armin's grandpa does...not look good. At all. Neither does Armin, for that matter, finding it hard to ignore all the grief and pain in the hospital.]

Not...very often.

[a_gentle_boy]

[Lucas steps closer and breathes a light sigh. He tries not to let his anxiety show, for Armin's sake.]

OK. ...I'll do it when he's asleep, then. It should be more comfortable, too.

[A slight pause as he tentatively lifts up his hands.]

Is it... alright?

[tinytactician]

[Armin just nods, a little urgently. Unfortunately for both boys, the combination of poor health, age and now a concussion means that any healing of the old man would just postpone the rapidly approaching inevitable. But Armin doesn't need to know that.]

[a_gentle_boy]

((I'm going on hiatus for a few weeks so this will probably be the last response I can do to this thread for a while, just a heads-up!))

[Lucas tries to smile reassuringly as he steps forward, his hands beginning to glimmer with a cyan light. He hadn't honed his skill so much that he could ever hope to perform complex neurosurgery, but he had a feeling there was some sort of inflammation going on - which he could at least attempt to abate.

One hand slowly goes over the old man's forehead, and now the light is running up and down his whole body, tracing strange, diamond-shaped patterns as it winds about him. The glow in his hands intensifies and he closes his eyes to concentrate. Within a few moments, the light is beginning to stream from his hands as if it were a liquid, flowing onto the man's forehead and gently seeping in through his skin.

This continues for a few moments before the light slowly begins to fade.]

((You can feel free to decide how much that helps, if any!))