Do You Think The Reason Why Cacucu Is Bonding With Wrio Because Wrio Looks Like Ifa (they Quite Literally

ifa ⟡ saurian vet

Doodle ( ´-ω-)

hands cacucu a machine gun

❝ Sorry bro, but I don't think those talons can hold that gun. I appreciate it though. We at the Flower-Feather Clan have tried to arm Qucusaurs before in the past, but they have their own natural ways to defend themselves so there's no need to give these dudes guns. ❞ 

“Seriously! Seriously!” Cacucu squawks out.

❝ Qucusaurs, like Cacucu here, are able to blast fire balls from their mouths. Cacucu, however, can only fire one every four hours or he'll have wicked heartburn. ❞ 

“Nut-uh! No way, bro! The heck are you on about?” 

❝ Sorry, he's a bit … touchy about that. ❞ 

Character Trailer - "Ifa: Air Patrol"

Small kids will look up at you and with no prompting be like “umdidjyou no dat um one time my mommy and me um we um we we we went to da zoo and when I was dere um last summer we went to da zoo and didjyou no what was dere? A koala I seen those on Wild Krats.”

Like wow you have no idea how conversation works but boy are you giving it your all - I will stand here and look mildly surprised the whole time and when you’re done I’ll say “really?” And you will nod and look so victorious.

Ifa has had a few patients who fear sitting on his examination table or fear his needles. He's cared for pediatric cases before, but this ... he blinks at the grown man with verdant eyes, taken back by his visceral reaction to Ifa drawing close for an examination.

Is this not a martial arts tournament? How can someone compete in a festival for violence and test of skill yet are afraid of treating physicians?

❝ Uh … ❞ Ifa sounds unsure.  ❝ Would you like me to ? ❞

Ifa has no issue with counting down if that calms his patient. He rather insure the man is not facing a dire situation and needs more than simple topical cure for his gash. It doesn't matter the age or career of the patient. What matter is Ifa is taking care of them to the best of his ability. If he has to count, he'll count. 

The cowboy's gloved hands take hold of the man's forearm again and he examines the gash, counting down out loud, and finding no discoloration to the skin aside for the abrasion. Ifa imagines a weapon with some kind of toxin to continue its sting and slow the inflicted is the likely cause, but nothing life threatening or incurable. 

❝ No, all honored guests of the Xianzhou are cared for under Xianzhou hospitality and I'm paid by the commission to treat so ... no worries there, dude. ❞

Ifa prepared a tray to clean the wound and dress it ahead of time and he begins his wound care, looking up to the man with green eyes and explaining to him what he's doing currently, if that helps him to settle down as well. It doesn't take long and Ifa smiles when he finishes.

❝ There, all done. You did great. ❞ Ifa returns the tray to a countertop and brings back a small plate of freshly baked cookies. This was suppose to be his lunch with coffee, but he doesn't mind sharing.

❝  I don't have any lollipops, but I made these this morning. New recipe I'm trying too, so let me know how it taste. ❞

@ifadoc :  ❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜       an assortment of dialogue prompts.

     With  some  force,  he  yanks  his  arm  out  of  the  healer's  grasp,  whining  for  what  is  flimsy  reasoning.   ❝  Whoa,  whoa,  whoa,  Doc  !   Aren't  you  supposed  to  promise  me  like  a  lollipop  or  something  then  count  down  ?   Tell  me  it's  aaaallll  gonna  be  fine  ?   ❞    Sampo  has  never  been  afraid  of  needles,  has  even  found  some  pleasure  in  points  much  sharper,  but  given  this  new  face,  he  can't  help  but  mess  around  a  little   (  even  if  it  paints  him  in  a  rather  childish  light.  )

     It  detracts  from  the  clamor  the  Fool  had  been  pulled  out  of.  Details  under  wraps  but  based  on  the  sequence  of  events   &&   his  own  stake  in  the  game,  Sampo  can  surmise  that  this  is  mostly  related  to  the  Elation's  covert  presence  upon  the  ship.  Those  that  didn't  take  to  kindly  to  his  existence  had  inflicted  not  just  a  gash  in  skin  but  some  sort  of  sting.  A  poison  or  something  like  that,  though  he's  sure  it  wouldn't  actually  kill  him  even  if  he  hadn't  been  sat  down  by  Ifa.  However,  it  would've  looked  a  lot  more  suspicious  had  he  refused  treatment.

     After  a  drawn  out  sigh,  he  offers  his  arm  back,  nodding  towards  the  syringe.   ❝  How  much  is  this  going  cost  me  ?   ❞   

Treasure chest opened! Just kidding it's a mimicutie!

“Oh wow! No way bro!” Cacucu fluffs his feathers. Damn right he's a cutie!

do you ever think about how cacucu was an outlier among qucusaurus for his different appearance and was shunned, bullied, and pecked at, and do you think about also how ororon is 'the weirdo' of the masters of the night wind clan, shunned and abandoned, used in some ritual that didn't work and abandoned again like ... these are Ifa's friends, his bros, the shunned weirdos i just-

Sesame, who transcends time and space, is here to viciously and vigorously slap this new person into the depths of oblivion

❝ Woaaaaah there, lil guy. What's wrong? Hey now, it's alright. No need to throw those paws 'round here. ❞ 

The vet remains standing still, a hand on his hip, and he watches the feline swipe at him with ferocity and agitation. Ifa blinks his teal eyes, feeling no need to scold, correct, or stop the cat. He allows Sesame to get it out of his system before taking a knee and meeting Sesame on the same level. 

❝ Hmmm, I see. Gotta show ‘em you ain’t one to mess with, huh? Always gotta fend for yourself. That's alright. Here, I'm no bad guy, alright? ❞ Ifa offers a feline puree stick to Sesame. Cats love to lick those.