Redhawk Caldera Don't Shake It So Hard

◆forgive me for not being here as soon as I shouldve been, please? Jeez, like, El coulda grown up, had kids, and been healed from this little wound by now, lmao◆


Ash turned to see the greyscaled El's orbs wide and amazed.
So he had done somethin' narley, eh?
That made him feel real good on the inside, like the kinda good you feel after being told you saved a life from massive world ending disaster,...
Or somethin of that nature.

"Thanks alot, lightnin dude. That makes me real happy. "

A sincere smile placed its angelic bod on Ash's maw, but to avoid bustin out in the 'thank ya so much that makes me feel like a hardcore builder and im gonna go take on the world with a shroom on my back thanks to you', Ash turned the soft smile into a lofty grin, and through its friendliness it held its low but apparent post of professionalism.

"Alright, ya nippy nap of a slippery cap," dear mother of Nature, that sounded so much better in his head, "what can I know aboutcha little slice here, before I start tryin ta patch it up? And sickness? Tum aches? Dizziness? Joint problemos? Unexcused bleedings?"

As the golden hippie spoke, his gems assessed the wound again, also trying to find anything useful.