Booklets [ReD]

She was ready to face palm when she realized that she didn't know his name and therefore her inexpertly crafted lie was useless. Gunner had to keep herself from sighing. Why was it so hard to get him into the infirmary? Why was he so hell-bent on getting her to a restaurant? She supposed it was just because he was unaware he was concussed but still.

"My name's Aeon," she said, clasping his hand and giving it a short shake before stepping closer to him and placing her hands on his shoulders.

"Cabel, listen to me," Her voice was still a monotonous tone, but it held a note of seriousness now that it didn't have before. Since clearly lies weren't going to work when thought processes weren't correctly firing and he was just spiraling further and further down the rabbit hole. "You might have a concussion, understand?"

The unicorn was giving her best level gaze considering that she wanted to high tail it away from this faster than most beings could run. "So before we get veggie burgers or Chinese or pirogis, you need to get your brain checked, okay?"

Aeon paused here to make sure they were both on the same page.

"We can get food afterwards. I like noodles, okay? We can... get noodles or something. After you get your brain checked."

Aeon watched the look of relief flow over his features with a combination of curiosity and a lack of understanding. Personally she couldn't understand why exactly it was that he looked relieved at being told that he might have a concussion but she supposed that everyone was a little bit incredibly different. Hell, if someone told her that she might be concussed she would start freaking out. Brain injuries were no joke.

"That...that would explain a lot."

"Mmhm," She said in agreement. Her first thought, actually, was to inform him of the fact that he'd just plopped down on a bench that had a very clear wet paint sign affixed to it, but at the end of the day, the unicorn supposed that getting paint on your clothes was the more minor of the things going wrong today.

So, Gunner decided to just ignore that and focus on him. Admittedly though, she was less inclined to push him into the infirmary since his back was mostly wet paint but it's not like she was throwing herself at the idea of touching him in the first place.

"Hey!" she said, moving back from his poke. It hadn't hurt or anything but she supposed it was at least common courtesy to ask before poking someone.

With a slow exhale she hooked her pinky with his and nodded. "Pinky Swear."

There was a short pause before she pulled her pinky away and grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards the Infirmary. "Lets go, then."