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The city was loud with busy people in the middle of for most people likely regular work day. Some going to jobs, some shopping, others just enjoying the warm good weather here on Plant. It was nice and peacefully normally here in the capital. The shops along the road showing off their wares and sales. The smell of several foods from small vendors, cafe's and high end restaurants taunting the sense's within the air. All of this at the moment more focused at the busiest part of the city's more casual area. The shops, sights, and food. Allot of visitors from other places tended to use this place as a hub as well. Foreigners and travelers from all over the planet and even some form other worlds tended to come here first when here on business or play.
Things however had come to almost a strange upset and silence that abruptly cut off most other sounds seemed to take place. As if a choke hold was put on the surrounding area. The sound of squealing tires and a loud thunk. Followed by a scratch scraping sound. As if boxes or something was knocked across the ground or a stand somewhere was knocked over and sent flying. A crowd quickly gathering circling near a area in the the street. The strange commotion and silence quickly becoming a strange congregation.
To those that took a few moments to push through the small but quickly growing crowd given the busy time of day and area. Would be able to see what was happening. An quickly realize most if not all were simply standing in awe and confusion to the spectacle before them taking place post incident. The pieces likely falling into place at first glance within a few moments to most beholders.
Before the people now in a sort of circle besides some leaving the street clear in a small opening. Was a vehicle stopped and lightly humming in place. Before it a few feet in length a small trail of scuff marks and blood in a thin trail. But even as short a time as it had been the person who was clearly hit had already risen and moved. Up near the front of the vehicle sitting on his knees was the brightly clothed green haired boy. His left hand and arm scrapped up and cut rather bad and dripping blood from several scrapes and wounds. None too severe but in need of some first aid to say the least. As well as his head seeming to show some dark shades of crimson. His hair clumping in a couple spots from the fluids making his hair sticky and thick. But as odd a scene as it was. His left arm twitching more then usual the likely hood from being from pain.
But when one looked closer they'd see where the dent was in the car's front near the left light. The boy was reattaching a broken piece and seemingly trying to reconnect the broken light. Moving a couple of wire and small sparks appearing every so often. IT was almost as if he hadn't even realized or chosen to acknowledge the crowd or around him or his condition. For that matter it was hard to tell at all what he seemed to realize if he was even in a accident or not. "Crack, no crack. Spark spark. Shock but can reconnect. Broken holder but still works. Just need light adjustment. Careful movement. But doesn't fit. Sticky...To sticky..." He'd say mumbling to himself his hand movements going from to a trained at least exceptional skilled at first given his condition. To slowly growing more stiff and lazy in their motions. His eyes growing woozy and then as if the switch was flicked he'd look tired and fall to the side seemingly passing out. Catching a gasp from a few people. Almost in that same moment curiously enough the broken left headlight of the vehicle as well flickered back on in a decently done makeshift job until it could receive a more proper job with better materials. The boy however still laying in the road and in some questionable shape.
Demalia was walking through the streets of the capital, her hands inside the pockets of her jacket as she walked through the crowd. A lot had happened to Demalia recently, and as a result her life was in shambles. Her parents had been murdered right before her very eyes, and she could do nothing to stop it. She somehow came out of that hopeless situation alive. After it was over, Demalia was given to the care of her Aunt and Uncle. They were nice enough people who had kids of their own. They also made the funeral arrangements for her parents.
Ever since the incident, Demalia became a prisoner in her own head. She had become much more withdrawn, to the point where she only did the bare minimum of required social interaction with people. She mostly kept to herself in her room, although sometimes she went outside and took a walk through the city. It was easy for her to lose herself within the crowd of Tuffles going about their business. Plus she could get herself a snack or a drink. All of this helped her clear her head of the thoughts that had been plaguing it lately.
The death of her parents haunted her greatly. Demalia barely got any sleep lately due to the nightmares she kept on getting. She saw their deaths over and over again in her dreams. At this rate, she was going to have to take some kind of medication for it. But she didn't want to deal with side effects if she could help it. The nightmares were something that she intended to endure for the time being.
Her parents weren't the only thing that plagued her thoughts though. There was the moment in the battle where she had pulled out power she didn't know she had before. It allowed her to inflict a severe blow to one of her attackers, which turned the tide in her favor. Yet that power also changed her. She became darker and colder, and didn't show any mercy towards her opponents. While Demalia had every right to be furious at her attackers, the desire to kill another living being was appealing for Demalia. She had dedicated her life to helping others with her gifts. So losing her sense of morality even for a brief period was jarring to the Tuffle hybrid. It must have been my demonic half. Father did mention this to me once before. That despite my kindness I'd always have a darker side to my emotions. I lost control once before, but this was something else altogether. I don't want to lose my identity as a result of my abilities.
The truth was that Demalia had little knowledge concerning her demon side. And apparently she was one of the more knowledgeable ones out there. According to her father, most demons had forgotten their heritage completely with the passage of time. The only reason her father knew anything was because his family had close relations to the Demon King of old. And even then their exact role was lost to time. As was the reason that the Demon King waged war in the first place. Although Demalia's father was pretty sure it was a matter of pride in some way.
As a result of all of this, Demalia had no source of information readily available to find out more about her powers. She wasn't going to find anything on this planet. Although perhaps there were clues scattered throughout the Galaxy. Demalia was planning on making a trip soon, with that being one of her objectives. She still had to get prepared though. As she recently found out, there were many dangers lurking beyond Planet Plant.
Demalia was disturbed from her inner thoughts when she heard the sound of a screeching car, followed by her thud. She looked towards the sound to see a crowd of Tuffles gathered around, something. Demalia walked briskly towards it, peering over the crowd to see what was the matter. She dwarfed most of her brethren, standing at 4'7. Sometimes having demon blood in her veins worked to her advantage. She arrived just in time to see a green haired Tuffle partially repair the car that had hit him before he collapsed.
Demalia didn't hesitate at all to rush to his aid. She pulled out her scouter with one hand and put it over one eye while the other hand pulled out her capsule container. She called the emergency services for aid, while opening up a capsule to produce an emergency kit. She opened it up, and applied rubbing alcohol to his wounds, and wiping away the blood before bandaging his wounds. She could deal with the external wounds he had suffered, but she was worried about his internal condition.
He's bleeding from his head. He could have possibly received a concussion. It's also a possibility have sustained more internal damage, but he seems stable for the time being. It's out of my hands now.
After bandaging all the wounds, Demalia put the kit down and stayed kneeled nest to the green haired boy. Even though she couldn't do much more then she did, she felt obligated to stay with him until the paramedics arrived. It didn't look like anyone was there to help him, so she was going to do all she could for the young man. She couldn't leave him all alone in the condition he was currently in.
Most of the aid given his current state made him oblivious to even the the fact he was being treated. Even in his passed out state his arm kept shaking lightly in a reactionary motion as if from pain. Possibly a hairline fracture or intense sprang given he was still using it almost fine moments prior. But then again for anyone that knew Twitch would no even in his worst conditions there were times that nor anything else could truly shake him from task or even his quality of work when he put his mind to something. As well as given as strange as he was anyway he wasn't always the easiest guy to identify when something was wrong unless you had clear signs or a situation like this one which showed most its cards rather clearly.
His breathing did slow lightly but more just to a relaxed rhythm. The first aid he was given and being cleaned up making him at least appear a little better. Even if his bright clothes and still naturally odd appearance reduced that fact lightly. Along the side of his head however where some of his hair had become sticky and hard from the dried blood. Showed slightly a thin line that continued along the side of his head under the rest of his hair. Appearing to go along the side of his head but eventually hidden under his air at both continuing points. Most likely often hidden perfectly but his messy hair. Laying on the ground near his savior for the moment showed as well he only stood four foot two inches. A strong hieght for his people but still rather short by most other species standards.
He'd lay there for several moments before before his eyes lids would give a light shiver and twitch. Opening a few moments later as he seemingly snapped back into mind. Almost like a switch had been flicked as he'd shoot up to a sitting position legs crossed before him as he sat on the street. Staring towards the vehicle but for a moment seemed to be staring and nothing. His bandaged left arm and hand still trembling lightly. His shoulders and other body language carrying a subtle tick of shakes and minor trembles that almost easily go unnoticed. He'd pause and look forward at the vehicle and then at his bandaged wounds. He'd tug lightly at the bandages seemingly confused at them by first. An began moments later gathering up his back pack near the two and looking through it briefly. Its contents visible for a short time showing one of the advanced model scouters clearly modified lightly. A few food stuffs likely ordered from a local vending machine given their shiny plastic wrap that showed a light reflection briefly when it came into view. Other then that several bits of salvage and electric parts shown briefly as well.
His eyes seemed to avoid looking towards the girl as he seemingly gathered his things and shook lightly in short bursts. Tugging his wound dressing as well every couple of moments. "Problem, No problem.. Bad problem. Fixed it, All fixed now. Works okay light on. Must go... Have to go soon... Hurting arm. Arm stings but be fine. Have to go. Sorry... Thanks. Thanks." He'd say trying to stand up and failing at first falling to one knee and rising successfully a moment later. His breathing gradually growing a little quicker. The entire moment a bit of a episode he was having a little bit of a problem digesting it all. His eyes only looking at hers for a moment as he attempted to go. A bright green within one and yellow in the other. That almost upon connection seemed to shine lightly an as if a illusion the colors seemed to swap quickly. Each side changing to possibly mimic the color of the other. Swapping sides in colors the process appearing strange but possible natural. The boy clutching his backpack to his chest and breaking eye contact a moment after. As he tried to make his way towards hte side walk and away from the scene. His steps showing a mild hitch in his walk for the moment. "Bad, Sorry for break. Is fixed. Sorry for trouble. I'll go, Twitch go." He'd mutter appearing lightly red in the cheeks. Perhaps embarrassed at the whole situation. His entire incident gaining several whispers and staring clusters of people that while sympathetic and worrisome also didn't cast the most kind glances or said whispers. Thy seemed to quickly allow him to pass and disperse though. An just as worker ants in a colony quickly went back to task for the most part. The driver attempting to call out to at least look concerned as well but clearly flustered and worried for some of his own position now that the boy had shown at least some ability to move and act.
He'd peer over his shoulder looking back for just a moment moving somewhat quickly trying to mask the hitch in his step. His eye's looking a little frightened. His fingers twitching and fidgeting as if some momentary tick reacting to the whole situation. Stopping not far off near a small area just outside on the border of one of the local parks. It was still within sight of the incident's location but for most the moment had already come to pass already fading from mind becoming little more then a story to tell over lunch later that day.
Not far from him were a small group of three Saibamen tagged with bracelets to mark locations that were digging up pavement and gravel doing some sort of work on the under working of the road. One of them standing in front of the boy in the distance waving its arms lightly and jabbering on in their strange language. Seeming to for some reason offer its helmet after a few seconds to the boy then put it back on. The strange creatures with tool belts and hard hats. Used for menial tasks and labor work by a few companies. They were different breed's intended for such work rather then combat like other empires used. However upon closer observation would allow a strange sense that the jibber jabber of their strange talk some came from the boy as well not just the creature. Reaching into his back and pulling out tool of some kind. Briefly sparks and a little flame appearing from a small end of it as he handed it to the Saibamen. The creature accepting and letting out with a Yip and cheer. Usually hyper creatures as they were after all. The boy rubbing his forearm against his head and already lightly showing signs of the crimson under the bandages showing color through. But as he'd already moved from the area perhaps trying to avoid treatment or anything to crazy. He seemed to check each direction for a moment and back to the creature each few moments as if some part of him still felt a light panic or unable to fully process what all had moments ago. Speaking more easily understood to those that might have drawn closer. "Kiii ki ker, Klagh ghal Ki Kek Kal," Rubbing his arm and shivering lightly his jacket hanging lightly off him his clothes still scuffed lightly from the ordeal he seemed to be partially ignoring had even happened as well as his condition.
Demalia was surprised when he spoke in a strange, fragmented speech. She could understand it, but it seemed like he just barely knew how to speak normally. He then wondered off, which was even more shocking. It was clear that he wasn't in any condition to run around. Yet he was heading off without getting any kind of treatment. Once again, Demalia didn't hesitate in her decision. She wasn't going to let him hurt himself more on her watch. She'd feel bad about it if she just let him go. She followed the strange boy, using her scouter to keep track of his location.
He eventually stopped at a worksite where Saibamen were working. It wasn't that uncommon of a sight. Saibamen were grown to perform various tasks. The most common of which was do mundane or dangerous jobs. She watched as he produced what appeared to be a blowtorch, and presented it to the Saibamen. Demalia was absolutely baffled by the situation at hand. Is he trying to work with those injuries? Hasn't he ever heard of taking days off? I'm sure they'd understand taking a day off after being hit by a car.
Demalia focused her scouter more on him, trying to see if she could get any information about him. To her surprise, data actually popped up pertaining to him. Her eyes widened as she read through the information she was receiving. This individual was a special case indeed. No wonder he went off on his own. He probably doesn't know how seriously hurt he is. I need to make things clearer for him.
Demalia walked over to the strange individual, intending on getting him proper treatment as soon as possible. Already blood was welling up behind the bandages. He was punishing himself too hard given his condition. Demalia hoped that the information the scouter gave her would help her succeed in convincing him.
"Twitch, you've been badly damaged. You can't push yourself too hard in your condition. Your work can wait for now."
Demalia spoke to Twitch in as calm a tone as possible. She didn't make an sudden movements, and kept eye contact wIth the entire time. This was a bit risky, and could potentially set him off and make things worst. Although Demalia had to take a chance. If she didn't, then it was a certainty that his condition would worsen.
The conversation was brief the Saibamen first to notice the girl walking up giving a few clicks and clacks in their native tongue and putting his helmet secured back on his head. Deciding to return to his task rather then risk upsetting anyone. Sometimes that happened when too many people were around and they wren't talking or were conversing with people like twitch or others that wondered too close. Even if to be fair most didn't understand them. The only others that ever wondered over were often just kids that offered them food. Given a Saibamen was hardly ever likely to turn down some of the hot Tuffle style food of any kind.
Twitch nodded to the words and shivered a bit as he turned to face the girl again. Realizing she'd continued after him looking from left to right then back at her as if to confirm she was talking to him. His left hand fidgeted and the bandages on his arm and head were bright with crimson but his wrappings still held rather well. Doing their job as well as they could. He didn't seem to answer at first only watch for a long drawn out moment as if unsure what to say. Looking back to the Saibamen briefly for some reason or another but who was back to work with the others digging up dirt from the construction hole to get down to where they needed to go.
He'd turn back smile lightly but with a bit of a nervous twitch at the edges of his lips. "Twitch fine... Arm hurt but fine. Accident over. All fine now. No work! Just helping. Good with tech, Fix things. Have trouble with other things." He seemed to understand her just fine even if his words and light strange movements gave him a odd impression. He didn't seem to have trouble getting what she meant but some trouble reacting. Some of it almost more worrisome then as if something was truly wrong with him beyond his injuries. Looking about as occasionally other people stared and looked on watching them. "Bad to be watched, To much commotion. People don't like. Not always good... No good." Speaking a little quicker. Looking to her from moment to moment smiling when he saw her eyes. Nervous as he was he still liked nice company from time to time. He was smarter then anyone gave him credit for. But given his way of dealing with things it was hard to ever truly discover that. His hands drew close together as his finger fidgeted together lightly. Occasionally his eye wincing as if a reaction to a pain in his arm given his constant movements and fidgets. "You.. You are really tall. For people like us." Smiling at her warmly and with kind eyes. Curious if she'd continue to look kindly towards him. The people and doctors from before knew how he was and treated him well and like normal. They knew he was special but not in the ways people assumed he was. He'd watch curiously wondering exactly how she'd continue to look at him. Compared to that and how clearly others looked upon him now. [527 Posts Words] [2'464 Total Words]
This person was definitely an eccentric individual. He kept on making strange movements that were inconsistent with the injuries he received. It didn’t make Demalia nervous or anything like that though. Although it did make her a bit concerned for Twitch. While her scouter had given her some basic information about him, there were quite a few details that it was a little more vague about. Still, he seemed like a perfectly nice person. It only solidified Demalia’s decision to help him out. She quickly glanced around, briefly nodding her head at Twitch once she had taken a good look at her surroundings,
“To tell you the truth, I don’t like it when I attract too much attention either. I do stand out because of my height, as you’ve pointed out. You want to talk somewhere that’s a little more private? We could go back to your place, if you want. I need to take a look at your head injury a little more closely. It might not feel bad, but it could be more serious than it appears to be. Concussions can be rather deceptive.”
Demalia hoped she would be able to convince him to let her do a short exam on him. She was not a doctor by any means, but she did have equipment that could identify various injuries and ailments. You could never be too careful when preparing to head out into the vast reaches of space. Normally Demalia would never consider something as reckless as following a stranger home. In this case she was going to make an exception though. She was worried about this person's health, and honestly she needed to talk with someone. Her current family was very nice, but she could tell they were always pitying her to some degree. She wanted to have a normal conversation with someone. And was with someone who wasn't entirely coherent. He spoke well enough though, and it wasn't his fault that he talked the way he did.
Demalia was also quite confident that she could take care of herself. She managed to hold her own against pretty fierce opponents. Both of them were far above the average Tuffle in terms of strength, so she was pretty sure she could handle most opponents on this planet. Demalia reached out, her hand brushing Twitchs hair until she saw the wound he had received there.
“Yeah…. I am a little worried about that. You shouldn't be overexerting yourself today. Let's get you patched up properly. I’m very confident in my tech skill as well. Maybe we could exchange ideas to pass the time. I’ll even tell you why I’m so tall. Don’t tell anyone though: it has to be a secret.”
Demalia gave him a friendly little smile, withdrawing her hand from his hair. Hopefully this would be enough to convince him to take it easy. It didn’t seem like he was going to lie down on his own, and wanted to avoid the hospital. After reading the scouter data, she completely understood why. Which made it all the more imperative that he got as much treatment as he could without having to go see a doctor.
He seemed to pause for a moment as if unsure at the idea of taking her to his home. It was a rare occasion of late anyone was brought to it. Not like he was trying to hide or anything it just simply was easier that way. He understood though what she was talking about even if his random way of looking seemingly all around her but rarely directly at her unless he made those brief spans of eye contact. His hands and fingers tapping together. Fidgeting as he seemed to be considering and sparked curiosity at the idea of a secret. She was nice and a pretty girl after all. He tried to smile briefly which only faded after a brief smile in her direction with a kind demeanor to it. He seemed rather shy and nervous about the whole situation.
One of the saibamen brushing by his legs given how close they still were to the small work face. The little creature chuckling lightly for a brief moment. Letting out something that sounded like a group of clicks and low humming. "Kglarkhl. Kikikek." Responding back in a whisper almost with a annoyed look and lightly pink turning in tone cheeks. Turing back to her briefly looking towards her but his eyes seemingly trying to pick someplace past her again looking in her direction but a little nervous to look directly at her. "Maybe,... It's not far. Close by. Secret? Tall, Curious. Not like other Tuffle. Strange? Different? I different too. What.. What's your name? Not far..." He felt nervous and shy while also dealing with his lightly burning pains in his arm an his head. His side ached lightly too as time went on. He'd listen and wait for responses and shyly lead her back to the apartment and eventually the door of said place after she'd answered. Trying to keep ahead of her at first likely seeming nervous or unsure how to handle someone walking with him. Usually moving even faster the more people began to watch given his wounds gaining more eyes then usually looking upon them. Nearly falling several times cause of it and the situation.
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Demalia was getting more and more used to Twitches strange behavior. If she hadn't known anything about him in advance, she would have likely thought that he had most certainly received head trauma and would have insisted that he go to the doctor. Or at very least be very weirded out and would possibly be more weary around him. Since she did know, it was practically the same as having a normal conversation with someone. There were just some slight differences compared to most other interactions she had with people. Whenever she did have them. Tomina followed Twitch through the city, keeping pace with him a few feet behind him.
"My mother was a Tuffle, but my father was something else. You can call me Demalia. So, do you live by yourself?"
Demalia was just partaking in small talk at the moment. It was just enough to past the time until they actually got to his place of residence. Which didn't take that long. Soon enough, Demalia found herself standing outside of his apartment. She waited for the strange Tuffle to unlock the door and let her inside.
He scratched his hear curiously with his bandaged arm seemingly wincing for a moment from it. Looking around and then unlocking the door looking upward then back to her as if confused or thinking on what she said. "Father not a Tuffle? What was father? Strange to meet many not all Tuffle. Visitors normally don't stay long. Must be why tall." Fidgeting with this backpack as he pulled out a set of keys after several moments of fishing in the mess inside. "Just me, Only me. For... reasons." Seemingly obvious reason he figured feeling a little shy as he opened the door. Not really considering how trusting he was being and more just being friendly as always.
The mess inside was one of papers on the ground and several tools strewn about the area. Tech and mechanical pieces taken apart and seem to be in mid creation or repair in several areas. A pod in the corner of the room being repaired with several plates removed and wires torn out. The computer monitor of the ship laying on the floor with several thick cords connecting to it and still lit up. He'd walk in and wait for her for a moment but found it a little... odd. To have someone here with him now. He was normally alone when at home. "Lots of work. Lots of sparks and wires. What you wish to do?" Recalling what she wanted to help with but not yet speaking of it or promises. Watching her feet now shyly as if avoiding eye contact. Smiling but fading to frowns off and on as he tried to appear kind but seemed a little nervous at the moment.
Demalia did hesitate for a moment before telling Twitch what her father was. What if he got freaked out that his father was a demon? Twitch was a little unusual, so she wasn't sure in the slightest as to how he would react to certain scenarios. Then again, while it wasn't common by any means, demons were fairly accepted in most societies in the Galaxy. They had assimilated into many different cultures a long time ago, and enough time had passed so that they were used to them now. So she was fairly sure that telling Twitch about her father would be fine.
"My father was a demon. He came from a long line that migrated here from off world a long time ago. All his other family members have either died or are offworld. I've never met any of my family from his side."
Demalia entered Twitches apartment, nearly tripping over one of his half completed projects. Tools and wires were scattered all around the room haphazardly. Demalia actually had to make an effort not to step on anything as she moved through the room. What a gigantic mess! I can't believe he lives here! It's a miracle that he can find his tools with everything so cluttered around. I really need to help him clean up!
Demalia made her way over to his bed, and fished around on her bed for a capsule. She patted the a clear spot on the bed, and motioned for Twitch to come over.
"Could you sit down over here real quick? I need to check how serious your head injury is. Why don't you tell me a bit about your projects in the meantime? I'm curious as to what you're building in here."
He seemed to scratch his head for a moment taking in what was a light silence passing back and forth within the room. As if processing what she said in a oddly calm silence. As if it was simply any other data to be processed. Not nearly as what might have been special as it actually was. Seeming unsure about what he heard. He perhaps didn't truly know what to think of demons as his world didn't really push into such things that some didn't truly even believe in. He was a man of few thoughts but what ones he did possess had a point and often washed in emotion as well. As well molded his mind was his heart was just well formed.
"Demons? Demons... What kind of demon? Like aliens? Some other race? Doesn't sound to strange. Hybrids common, Races commingle natural..." Not sure really what to say about it as he thought on it pacing back and forth feeling a little embarrassed as he yammered on about it all. Clearing his throat as he caught himself talking a small tone of red on his cheeks.
He'd seemed to respond quickly to what she asked though. Moving to the bed and sitting before her. Some of him seeming to respond to certain ques easier then others. Once comfortable becoming far more compliant then when he was in a bit more of a shaken state as before. His arm cradled lightly close to his chest. A closer look at him making the scar around his head hidden just under the hairline a little easier seen given some of the crusted blood on his head and hair showed light bits of the indenture in flesh and old scar. He seemed nervous looking up at her though. Perhaps realizing the whole situation and why she may have been here helping him. He had a big heart and cared greatly for many and most. But he wasn't so foolish as to miss what most whispered about him and his actions. His fingers fiddling lightly as he looked away a little seeming shy and little sad in the eyes.
"I make things, fix things... Sometimes for people. Others times for me. Just me. Lots think its strange... Very strange and other things too..." Seeming to try and looking up towards her eyes but something stopping him as he seemed lightly nervous. Perhaps a little shy.
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Demalia made her way into the bathroom, preparing to help clean Twitches head wound the best she could. Hopefully he would have made his way to the bed by the time she came back. While the bathroom was also a mess, he did at least have what she was looking for in there. She picked up a cloth and turned on the water. She waited until it was warm, then held the cloth over it. Once it was wet enough she turned off the water, then squeezed it to get excess water to fall into the sink. She called out from the bathroom iat Jarvis.
“Demons are what his species was actually called. There’s nothing mythological about it. So yeah… I suppose his species were aliens to this planet. I never really thought about it like that before. My father once told me that….”
Demalia broke off, squeezing the rag tighter in her hand. These moments came and went now. It was really hard to talk about her family sometimes. She had just suffered through quite a big tragedy. And while she was handling it fairly well given the circumstances, she had a long way to go before she fully got over it. Still, she was going to put up as brave a front of she could. It would be bad if she broke down in front of a total stranger.
When she went back into the bedroom, she saw that Twitch listened to her and got on the bed, much to her delight. Demalia didn’t know if this meant that Twitch trusted her or not, but at the very least it would make things easier if he were cooperative. She walked over to Twitch, taking out a capsule and activating it. A metal sphere with an antenna sticking out of it hovered in the air. A lense that resembled was on the front of the device. It let out a humming noise, and a faint pink light shined on Twitch. It wasn’t enough to blind anyone though. Demalia sat on the bed and pressed the damp cloth against the wound on Twitch’s head.
“Don’t worry, it’s just measuring your vitals. It’s one of my own little inventions. Quite a Tuffles have plenty of inventions lying about, yourself included. It doesn’t make it strange. The only weird thing about it is how messy your organization system is. Could you tell me about a few of your favorite inventions? This will take a couple of minutes, so we might as well talk to pass the time.”
He winded and pulled away only lightly at first. Complying but perhaps reacting to light pain as his head wound was washed and the light scanned him. He seemed to stare at the device for a few moments as if trying to identify it or analyze it lightly perhaps. Turning his eyes back to the girl as she spoke and continued with her polite and kind treatment of him. He couldn't help but smile a little feeling thankful if not warmed by the notion. It was strange to have someone in his personal space and even stranger someone so close.
He seemed to scoot a little closer and complied with what she was doing. Relaxing and seemed to feel better after some time as his wound was cleaned. Feeling some light relief as treatment was given. Considering what she asked thinking as the machine continued its job. "Trying to fix things. Some for others some for me. Nothing special except maybe my ship. Trying to fix it, Old parts hard to find. Not many actual inventions. Little works but nothing finished yet. Not yet. Like to fix things, Work on sparks. People think it's strange, Most stay away." Looking at her and almost immediately away. Perhaps shy or a little nervous as his fingers seemed to fidget with each other. But she had a calming almost caring way about her. Enough to keep him relaxed and as strange as it was. It was nice to have someone around for the moment for more then quick talk of business or a visit from a doctor or anyone else he required momentary aid or repair advice from. She also smelled nice as Twitch took notice to more minor details. He focused on little things as he tried to keep his focus held.
"Nice to have you here and glad you are here. But why still help? No one is around anymore and is just us now. Why still help?" Green and yellow eyes looking up towards her. His face innocent and lightly curious. A little bit of sadness and shyness as well within his expression. He seemed kind and great full not intending to be rude or push her way in anyway. Perhaps just not understanding or at this point expecting most people to rather stay away the more they saw rather then continue to help or move closer.
Demalia did manage to stop the bleeding for the most part after a few minutes of slight pressure and wiping away the blood. She just quietly listened to Twitch talk for the most part. She didn’t feel like interrupting him or make him more nervous than he actually was. For some reason he did seem to be acting a little shy around her. Maybe he was just overwhelmed by having someone visit him it didn’t look like many people came over, judging by the mess all around her. Her machine beeped after a minutes and floated over to her. Demalia looked at the readings, a look of relief spreading across her face.
“It looks like everything checks out. You just got some scrapes and cuts from the collision. You’re tougher than you look.”
Demalia put the machine back in its capsule and put it away. She did continue wiping off Twitches head to make sure that the bleeding would stop completely. Besides, he needed to get that dry blood on his hair cleaned off. Demalia looked at him incredulously when he asked her why she was helping him. It seemed like a strange question to her.
“Do I require a reason to help others in need? I’m a firm believer in Altruism. Besides, I don’t think that you building things often is weird. Although I will admit that your organizing style is a bit unorthodox. You’re building a ship? Where do you want to travel to? What other things have you been working on?”
Demalia had entered into full curiosity mode, her voice rising in volume with each question she asked. She wanted to know as much as she could about this interesting individual and his inventions.
He seemed to calm as the moments went on. The nervous sensation remaining but relaxing lightly as she cleaned his wounds. The care and soothing feeling of proper hands at worked help keep him feeling good and soothed rather then worry. Pained was his as much as his mind as things continued. He seemed a bit lost at a few of her words when explaining her way of helping people. But still pleased at the compliment as he took it for being tough. Smiling in a more calm soft way for the moment. Opening them again curious a little when she showed such interest. She got louder and more interested the more she asked. He just watched her at first as yellow and green eyes looked within her own as he seemed silent for a moment surprised. A light blush taking his cheeks as he possibly stared a little too long.
He'd pause after a moment and curl up while still sitting up and holding his cheeks with both his hands as he wriggled and wiggled. Cheeks red as he seemed lightly embarrassed for a moment if not gleeful as well. Seeming to find this whole situation... A little interesting in his own way. Taking him a few moments to relax and return to sitting normal his cheeks still a light pink in color and his smile a little larger.
"Ship, Not sure. Just like to build but would like to explore. Old ship thought, Doesn't work well. Hard to find parts too. Real old, Very old. Salvaged it from abandoned in old station. From older times. As for other stuff... What stuff would you like? I make things, Fix things. Like to help and work on sparks, Techs. Makes me feel normal, Calm." Trying to explain but feeling a little embarrassed. "Why interested? What do you like? What do you work on? You have fancy droid in capsule case. Do you make things?" He'd say scooting closer shoulders touching lightly as be'd blush bright red. Giggling a little as he muttered. "Demalia Tall..." As the moments went on it seemed to be something he found... interesting. After all tall girls was a rarity for these people. While he couldn't speak for all 'Tuffles' He himself found this a very good thing. But he seemed embarrassed as well as adorably interested. Used to most the times people being weirded out by him or pushing him away. Part of him though along for other reasons was rather overjoyed amongst other things to have someone nice here and wanting to talk to him. Becoming a fully cooperative patient as well from it.
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