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brushing     hair     behind     their     ear

hands     grazing     while     reaching     for     the     same     object

catching     them     by     the     waist

sliding   a   hand   over   their   holster   while   checking   for   weapons

tending   to   a   gunshot   wound   in   silence

brushing   fingers   over   their   pulse   to   check   they’re   alive

pinning   them   against   the   wall   to   keep   quiet

wiping   blood   or   sweat   from   their   brow

gripping   their   hand   tight   during   an   interrogation

pulling   them   behind   cover   with   a   firm   grasp

lifting   their   chin   to   check   for   signs   of   life

steadying   them   after   a   sudden   explosion   or   attack

wrapping   a   scarf   or   cloth   around   their   neck   for   disguise

touching   their   lips   to   silence   them

brushing   past   them   in   disguise,   pretending   not   to   know   them

adjusting   their   cufflink   or   watch   mid-mission

helping   them   out   of   a   tactical   vest

gripping   their   wrist   before   they   walk   into   danger

holding   their   face   after   a   close   call

brushing   dirt   or   ash   from   their   cheek   gently

sneaking   a   hand   under   the   table   to   reassure

linking   arms   to   pass   as   a   couple

tracing   a   fresh   scar   with   careful   fingers

pulling   them   close   while   hiding   in   shadows

fixing   their   earpiece,   lips   inches   apart

pushing   hair   away   to   whisper   a   secret

pressing   a   hand   to   their   chest   to   feel   their   heartbeat

zipping   up   their   suit   slowly,   lingering   at   the   collar

wiping   a   cut   on   their   cheek   with   a   thumb

lacing   fingers   together   before   parting   ways

touching   their   face   to   make   sure   they’re   real

grabbing   the   back   of   their   shirt   to   stop   them

brushing   a   hidden   note   into   their   hand

tapping   their   knee   under   the   table   for   reassurance

laying   a   head   on   their   shoulder   after   a   long   mission

cupping   their   jaw   while   patching   them   up

gripping   their   coat   lapel   to   make   a   point

letting   their   fingers   linger   after   handing   over   intel

holding   their   gaze   while   adjusting   their   glasses

brushing   off   shards   of   glass   from   their   back

wrapping   arms   around   them   after   a   near-death   moment

trailing   fingers   down   their   spine   to   check   for   wounds

sliding   their   hand   over   theirs   in   a   tense   car   ride

resting   a   hand   on   their   thigh   mid-interrogation

pulling   a   splinter   or   wire   from   their   skin

grazing   their   fingers   while   sharing   a   burner   phone

tilting   their   chin   up   with   two   fingers   to   meet   their   eyes

tugging   gently   on   their   jacket   to   stop   them   from   leaving

laying   a   hand   over   their   heart   after   a   confession

smoothing   their   collar   after   a   close   encounter

letting   their   fingers   linger   on   a   fresh   bruise

catching   their   wrist   as   they   reach   for   their   gun

leaning   forehead   to   forehead   behind   enemy   lines

pressing   a   palm   to   their   back   before   a   mission

brushing   off   flecks   of   blood   after   a   takedown

squeezing   their   hand   before   going   separate   ways

resting   a   palm   on   their   chest   during   a   rare   moment   of   quiet

helping   them   out   of   a   disguise,   brushing   hands   often

letting   their   hand   hover   before   finally   touching

❝ Yo! It's dangerous to go alone. Take Cacucu with you. ❞ Ifa totally means it and Cacucu flaps over, squawking a lets go bro.

It seems almost strange for Ifa to have a moment of repose. The trauma of the abyssal war still weighing down on The Tlalocan, the face of every injured saurians he's healed and lost still fresh in his mind. It feels wrong for the vet ( and fills his heart with guilt ) to sit at the edge of his clinic, feet dangling off the cliffside, and sharing the gorgeous sunset in the company of a friendly outlander. 

❝ Mondstadt?! Aw, dude, you're way far from home. ❞ Ifa stares into his cup of Xocoatl. He's brought one for Kaeya and a plate for cookies to share between them.  

❝ Land of freedom, right? Man, that's like the total opposite. Nation of war and competition here. What's it like, dude? Mondstadt? ❞

@ifadoc: you can stay here, if you don't want to go home. ( for kaeya; inbox call )

the warmth of natlan mixing with his own issues was making it hard for kaeya during his time in the nation of war. slumped outside of the vet's place, he looked up at him and sighed a bit as he shrugged a little bit.

"i don't want to be a burden, i know your nation's only just finished an abyssal war. i'm just a simple traveller here, but... it'll be a long walk back to mondstadt in this weather and time so.. i won't say no."

ifa 'i'm a healer' de los santos

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. ❞ 

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. 

Ifa flinches and looks over his shoulder. He's use to such mischievous behavior from patients and doesn't take it personally. He does, however, give the bard a sly smirk. 

❝ You bored, miss? That's not how you get someone's attention, y'know. ❞ Ifa turns his journal so she may see his sketching, where the pencil in his hand had ran across the picture from his flinch. 

Sneaks   up   and   blows   into   their   ear   like   a   TOTAL   JERK.

"what up, my dudes? the name's ifa; a vet from the flower-feather clan."

Ifa's guide to saurians: 

Tepetlisaur - Helpful, curious, and friendly in nature. They’ve learned to co-exist with humans, even recognizing when humans are in need of aid, altering and rescuing humans. Their offspring remain with parents and have shown to care for parents in late age. They have extremely hard scales, needing specially designed surgical tools to sept and extract. Teptlisaurs will eat anything and often have gastrointestinal issues. 

Iktomisaur - Observant, curious, and calm in nature. They display the most intelligence and understanding of complex human emotions and speech. They are the least aggressive and territorial of saurians. Iktomisaurs mate for life and tend to have bacterial infection on their talons or have feather lice; love to eat bananas the most. 

Koholasaur - Intelligent and wary of humans, but known to forge bonds with humans after mutual signs of trust and kindness. They tend to remain within their pods, but known to be curious and enjoy the festive music of The People of Springs. Omnivores and known to eat their own kind. They tend to have health conditions later in life, such as cancers and ulcers, and often lose teeth throughout their lives, they regrow. 

Yumkasaur - Friendly and extremely curious in nature. They are not the brightest of saurians, they frog blink. They tend to have so. many. trauma. related. injuries. due to constant aerodynamic lifestyle. They are only aggressive and territorial when young are threatened. The are the second most dangerous of saurians with powerful hind legs and talons that can crush with incredible pressure. They enjoy fruits and love to lick Flamegranates. 

Qucusaur - They are more aggressive and territorial than Yumkasaur. The most vocal of saurians and shows intelligence through complex forms of communication. They are harder to form bonds with, often humans need to prove their worth. However, extremely loyal when bonded to a human and some will only take one human rider in a lifetime. Perhaps, the most dragon-like. They fly and hunt in packs with a female leader. They tend to have more social and psychological issues within their own species, a survival-of-the-fits type of hierarchy, and shunning outliners of their packs. They are also known to have feather lice, otolaryngological issues, and heartburn. Strictly carnivorous. 

Tatankasaur - The most dangerous of saurians in all of Natlan. A stampeding herd can cause the most tragic destruction towards human settlements, but they can also be the most useful, and can pull things 3x their own weight. They are slow, but resilient, and have six stomachs. They live the longest out of all the saurians, and tend to have quite a wide range of health issues, ranging from fungal infections and bacterial infection, etc. Herbivores. The most dependent on humans for horn and paw care. They have great memory, and are shown to even enjoy playing along with humans of The Collective of Plenty.