Well, Kyrie certainly isn't looking for a fish tank. Or... really anything, as a matter of fact! He's just sort of standing just shy of the entrance, frowning at the shelves lining the store as if they're personally responsible for the lack of anything worthwhile.
"Caramia, how long do you intend to waste my time? I'm sure the doctor wouldn't have used anything you would find here."
Medicine isn't exactly something you can pull off the shelves of some old-fashioned, broken town, after all... Especially not the type specialized for a centuries-old lion man. Despite the bored tone he takes, he's just as concerned as the other at his dwindling supply. He's certain Caramia would be able to survive without them, but with his immune system as bad as it is, and with no built-up immunities whatsoever to anything here...
Fortunately, before he can get too deep in that particular train of thought, his attention is pulled to the entrance as a young girl decides to just. Appear. And shout, apparently.
There's a split second of recognition, understanding, and then--
No sooner does she bolt from the door than Kyrie turns simply to the side, sticking a leg out as she runs by with an all-too-pleased smile on his face. Honestly, for as stressed as this idiot is, he has no business looking so damn calm!!
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"Caramia, how long do you intend to waste my time? I'm sure the doctor wouldn't have used anything you would find here."
Medicine isn't exactly something you can pull off the shelves of some old-fashioned, broken town, after all... Especially not the type specialized for a centuries-old lion man. Despite the bored tone he takes, he's just as concerned as the other at his dwindling supply. He's certain Caramia would be able to survive without them, but with his immune system as bad as it is, and with no built-up immunities whatsoever to anything here...
Fortunately, before he can get too deep in that particular train of thought, his attention is pulled to the entrance as a young girl decides to just. Appear. And shout, apparently.
There's a split second of recognition, understanding, and then--
No sooner does she bolt from the door than Kyrie turns simply to the side, sticking a leg out as she runs by with an all-too-pleased smile on his face. Honestly, for as stressed as this idiot is, he has no business looking so damn calm!!