[It's exhausting lately. He would have rather slept through this half of the month, thanks. Getting into a scuffle with a weed, fighting some more with a giant angry bear in the woods-- it's a lot of action for a guy like him who's used to sitting back and watching things transpire around him, getting someone else to do his dirty work. He took the brunt of an attack for someone else for fuck's sake. Who is he anymore?
Speaking of which, he's stumbling back from the infirmary. That wound from Ursaluna isn't going to heal itself, but he looks rather silly with a bandage wrapped around his middle. At least he can look silly on his own without anyone bothering him. All the other Oran Berries are stumbling around elsewhere.
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Speaking of which, he's stumbling back from the infirmary. That wound from Ursaluna isn't going to heal itself, but he looks rather silly with a bandage wrapped around his middle. At least he can look silly on his own without anyone bothering him. All the other Oran Berries are stumbling around elsewhere.
Except, maybe, some weird rat lying in his bed.
Who the fuck is this guy?]
... Don't you look real cozy.