[X] Recuperation
Smoke seems antsy about just staying in bed.
Unless you're right there with him. Then he calms right down, whole body sagging a bit. He seems to fall asleep after only a few minutes.
You don't really nod off until after the robot clinks in and moves to a corner, muttering something about a 'standby mode'. Her eyes dim after that.
Nothing else to do but to rest until dinner. Vegetable soup. Delicious.
For most, anyway. Butch, when she arrives, seems really disappointed with the fare. You get the feeling that her eyes would be wide and dewy... if she had any, that is. She's definitely nibbling on a trembling lower lip.
You sigh and reach your hand out, only for Komoe to immediately catch it by the wrist.
"No. Brush first." She says, sternly, as the people-shaped zubat wilts. But provided with a plain toothbrush, and ears twitching constantly the whole way, she retreats to the bathroom.
You're a little confused as to why the teacher is insisting on oral hygiene before you remember some common facts about zubat. They don't inject poison unless they mean to, with a bite, but their teeth are designed in such a way that you will still want to have the injury, no matter how minor, seen to and treated immediately. Zubat fangs tend to easily spread disease and infection, even if they aren't trying to poison what they bite.
Rebuked, you wait for Butch's return, and a demonstration of shiny, clean teeth... with, on closer inspection, the distinctive differences of a zubat fang in the canines.
You decide, rather than biting, to just nick another finger. It takes a few moments to find something suitable to do so.
"What do you say?" Komoe interrupts again, before the zubat can latch onto your finger.
"..... Pleeease?" she responds, after a moment of hesitation.
If it weren't for the height differences, you're fairly sure the teacher would be patting her on the head. Instead, she has to settle for the lower back.
"They've learned a lot with me." Komoe chirps. "By level, they have increased by one, each! If you want them back, it will be two hundred...."
"What?" You say, dryly, as the zubat's tongue coils around your finger and she carefully tries to suckle out every last drop she can manage.
The teacher pauses, then rubs the back of her neck awkwardly.
"Hehe... sorry. Day-care certification exams." Komoe explains, without explaining anything at all. "They really stress some things. Anyway, they're learning well.... it's just that your little princess over there is kind of stubborn, the cheeky girl. She refuses to talk at all where she can be heard until she's mastered speech."
Buff waves lazily and unapologetically from where she's seated herself in a pool of kimono. You carefully pull your finger free, to Butch's disappointed 'aauu'.
"Anyway, whether they want to use it or not, they both have the basics down-" Komoe continues, only to be interrupted as Butch lifts her up from behind and cuddles her like a large teddy bear, or someone of her apparent age. The teacher's cheeks color. "H-hey now, put me down! Just because I look like this doesn't mean you can manhandle me like a kid-"
She breaks off into a squeal as Butch spins around. For some reason it sounds more like she's excited than upset. Then she coughs as she's put back down.
"Geeze... I'm over forty, you know..." she grumbles slightly, trying to regain her composure.
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