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Hanna is Not a Boy's Name/HiNaBN (c) Miss Tessa Stone --- Fanfiction Text (c) L.Q. Coverdale
(Content: Mentions of violence and language in the text as a whole; chapters may vary in amounts)
Even Hanna had had trouble putting a name on the thing Veser found, deciding to keep calling it a "sea lion" for the sake of simplicity. He was more fascinated by the nature of the beast than a proper name, anyways; pulling things to call someone out of a hat was reserved for Dinkleburg. Despite having the energy of an excited parakeet, he approached the wounded sea lion slowly, with hammer a-glow and a protective rune on one hand. By now, the sea lion was barely moving.
"Ooooooh..." said Hanna, focusing in on the creature's pained lion-face. "I've never seen anything like this before. 'S'pretty big, too; must've been brought in by the current, or it swam to shore to hide. I mean, whales beach and all .... "
Dinkleburg stood by quietly, but always at the ready should the beast suddenly spring to life. Veser stood beside him, watching Hanna intently. As awesome as it would be to see Cross try and fight off a giant fish-kitty from somewhere under the sea, he was also worried. Hanna's zombie-friend, for all his protectiveness of the hyperactive man-child, could not always move fast enough in case something happened. What about that harpoon in the poor thing's side, too? What kind of damage had been done to make the creature want to beach? And why was it still stuck under the sea lion's shoulder - shouldn't it have broken off by now?
Hanna pulled out his trusty marker, scribbling something on the hammer in order to make it more luminescent. Slowly edging toward the sea lion's wound, eyes narrowing behind his square lens, he made a sympathetic hiss as he got a closer look. "Oooooh ... that looks bad. It's probably infected."
"Do you think Worth might be able to do something?" asked Veser. Hanna glanced back at the sharp-toothed teen, thinking for a moment.
"Wellllllll ... he might be able to give it a shot," replied Hanna. "But I don't know how to get this thing out of here. I mean, it's huuuuge, and I don't think we could - "
"Rrrrrr .... "
Everyone suddenly became very quiet. Hanna slowly turned his head to lock stares with one yellowish eye, which, despite being glazed over, looked very angry.