<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/725697-1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name: Tyson Riggs</strong><br/><strong>Location: Infirmary</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Zitka</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Well, it wasn't exactly the kind of kiss he'd been expecting, but it was far from unwanted. Tyson took it for what it was, giving the Kitsune a smile. She then went on to continue what she had been doing all along, and he did the same, allowing is fingers to run along her side when she began to nuzzle against his arm. Just as Zitka persisted with her display of affection when Saki made her way in front of them, Tyson persisted as well, stroking her side gently and smiling warmly. He didn't think they'd be scolded for such behavior..it wasn't like they were engaging in their own treatment, like the two that Saki pulled from the bed farthest across the room. Still, though, he figured the nurse would have something to say about the fact that Zitka had moved from her bed, understandably so.<br/><br/>The familiar voice of the nurse's assistant caught Tyson by surprise. He tried to look back at her from his position on his side, albeit unsuccessfully. He waited to say anything to her until she was in sight, but his words were withheld for a moment as he watched her awkwardly stroll towards him and his mate (calling someone his 'mate' would definitely take some getting used to). "Hey Sayaka.." His eyes didn't stay on her face long, and it wasn't because of her shapely form. He still couldn't get over the slime..or ooze..or whatever it was that she was made up. She was intriguing to him..what the hell WAS she, anyway? He wondered how obvious his previous obliviousness to the existence of these creatures was. "Yep, that's my name. Thanks for the well-wish..I'm sure you two will see to it that I get better..." He nodded towards Saki, clarifying what he meant by 'you two.'<br/><br/>When she approached Tyson let his hands slide from Zitka's sides and wrapped his free arm around her core partially. He wasn't sure what the strange substance the slime creature was holding would do, but in case it was painful, he hoped his hold would comfort her. He wasn't too worried, though. The substance was the same color as the attractive slime holding it, and her touch had left an incredible sensation on his cheek that, even then, was still potent and lingering. When the strange salve was applied, Tyson watched only briefly before Isoke caught his eye with that sly grin of his. Still rather oblivious, Tyson gave a grin, as well, an awkward grin accompanied by a slight shrug of the arm holding onto Zitka. He had no what he was in for.