Werewolf Roleplay -- Open

[Delite]

kira flipped in the air, sumersaulting twice before landing on her feet. she bowed to the imaginairy audience, frowning at Aaron. "You ok on your own over there?" she called. she had her hand on the tree, ready to climb back up.

[Maafii]

Aaron glanced up, nodding. "I'm tired.." He answered calmly, slumping down and resting his eyes.

[Delite]

Kira jumped down. "You seem pale." she said, stooping down and tilting his head up.
(listening to Jessie J: Price Tag, SHE IS CRAZY(but a good singer))

[Maafii]

Blade blinked curiously, lifting his head and looking down at them.

"I'm fine.." Aaron answered simply.

[Delite]

"Your not fine!" she shouted, "You're as white as snow!" she quickly took off her mini Jacket and put it round his shoulders. "Hospiteal, home, ben." she muttered helping him up. "Blade, be back soon." she called, directing Aaron.

[Maafii]

Blade blinked in confusion, "Uh.. Alright Kira.." He replied slowly.

"What do you expect from me, then?! I was practically killed and you just expect me to be perfectly fine." He growled in reply.

[Delite]

"I expect you not to snap at me when i'm trying to help! I also expect you to TELL me if you feel bad!" she said. feeling hurt. she waved at the side of the road. I taxi pulled in. "Excuse me, my friend if really ill, and I have to get him to the hospital. But I don't have any money. Do you think I might be able to doo some work or something to help?" she sounded desperate, so the Taxi let them in for free.

[Maafii]

Aaron sighed lowly, glancing at Kira. He closed his eyes lowly for a few seconds, sighing.

[Delite]

They sped to the hospital, Kira taking his temprature every few minuets. (can't spell.)

[Maafii]

Aaron gave a low and inaudible sigh, wanting to complain about how he knew how to take care of himself.. How he had been through worse. But even if he did he would be silenced by Kira.