Plan B [CHALLENGE DE] Jan 7, 2019 21:23:17 GMT -6
Post by Carro Hofferson on Jan 7, 2019 21:23:17 GMT -6
CARRO'S PL: 50 | LEO'S PL: 80,000
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BLUTZ/SPACEPOD, SACRED FLUTE, BLOOD RUBY, ARM BLASTER, BATTLE ARMOR, SCOUTER, SENZU, DB RADAR, 1/3/5/6/7 DBs
"...You're seriously worrying me, you know.""Tianum, I'm fine. I told you that already.""You were passed out in the woods! What were you even doing there?!""....Uhhhhhhh."Tianum folded her arms with a sigh. Carro's sleep schedule was very worrying- somehow he'd screwed himself even further than what she thought was his rock bottom. After staying up for a good two days straight not too long ago, the saiyan's stamina finally got the better of him, and possibly at the worst time. He remembered meeting Nashua, and then taking off somewhere... the rest was a blur, lost by his fatigue. But it couldn't have been too important, right? He'd remember if it was, right?
After passing after aimlessly wandering in Fukurou Forest while searching for the elusive Lookout, the saiyan had slept for about a day straight before finally waking up, and carried on with his daily life. But the President still stayed awake for far too long than he had any right to with LEO. The feline had also depleted her energy, apparently from using her warp drive countless times in an attempt to travel somewhere too far across the planet. Still, Carro was at hard work to power her up- he at the very least did remember that Nashua and himself had to prepare for when the Fleet attacked him for his Dragon Balls.
Eventually, the saiyan workaholic did manage to get Tianum off his back, agreeing to "take it easy" for awhile. He still had to work on patching up Ledinjin, though, along with further testing LEO's new abilities in combat, managing the Earth as it's President... But that was besides the point.
Still, there was an odd feeling in his stomach- like a pit had been dug out in there. That looming, sinking feeling. "...Hey, uh, 'Lee?" The android, still resting on her side in the company's vacant parking lot, turned her head. Carro lowered one of the wrenches in his hand away from her exposed workings, which he still was hard at work to improve in spite of Tianum's worries about the President himself. "...Do you feel like we're supposed to be doing something else, too?" The feline just huffed, turning her head away. "...Yeah, maybe I'm just getting sick again." He gripped his stomach with a sigh, fiddling with the Radar in his palms. Usually it started working again by now. Nothing bad was going to happen anytime soon- nothing had happened yet, after all. It was probably just a flu bug... right?