Actually, Lottie's right. It's not important right now, he'll deal with it later.
His head's still killing him, a persistent, sharp pain throbbing somewhere right behind his eyeballs, and it's mostly why he ends up quietly letting Lottie cushion his head with her jacket instead of griping that he isn't an invalid. That jacket sleeve at his eyes, too, helps tremendously -- as she's turning away Lottie might hear him breathe a hoarse sigh of relief.
Totally oblivious to the fact that she might have access to his room. ]
How would I know ... [ A muffled groan as he makes the mistake of trying to shift positions and is punished for it with incredible muscle aches. ] He suddenly picked a fight with me when I was training -- wanted a sparring match. And I landed a good hit when he pulled that shit. ... cheap bastard.
[ Clearly, Gen's more annoyed by the indignity of getting tazed by a felled opponent than by the fact he's been tazed at all.
On her end, Lottie might be relieved to feel the key enter the lock and start to turn without issue. But the moment the lock clicks open, the door suddenly swings inward without warning, and Lottie might find herself face to face with a young man dressed in the uniform that most of the Citadel's servants wear. Gen's retainer, his face lit up with anticipation and worry as he blurts out, "Sir Minegishi! I was wondering wh --"
Only then blinking wide-eyed at the sight of Lottie.
[ Why the heck would he want to fight Gen? Sure, he's a punky kid but.. It's not something to beat him over. Especially if they're all on the same side, what does it matter?!
Lottie frowns deeply, pondering this over when his retainer swings the door open and almost pulls her with it. She nearly falls over and into the servant, which scares the shit out of her because personal contact much? She takes a giant step back, accidentally putting some of her weight onto Gen's chest in the process before remembering he's there and adjusting her stance to make sure he's not trampled.
She stares at him, throws a hand on her chest to calm her heart and her breathing. And then when she gets past her surprise, she hurriedly demands: ]
Help me lug him in!
[ Fuck. She should've put some real shoes on before inserting herself into the situation -- or, maybe lifted some weights. How heavy can he be? She's going to find out! After some aggressive gesturing, she ends up by his legs and fully expects his retainer to be at his arms. She gets into a deep squat, groaning because she cracks a knee or two.
Her hands awkwardly splay on top of his leg, wondering where the hell to grab him. His feet? Jesus. She ends up holding onto ankles, her grip a little unsure. ]
Be careful with his head, he got into a fight with somebody. [ And softer: ] Okay, so, I'm gonna grab your legs and.. Your intern is going to get your arms?
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Actually, Lottie's right. It's not important right now, he'll deal with it later.
His head's still killing him, a persistent, sharp pain throbbing somewhere right behind his eyeballs, and it's mostly why he ends up quietly letting Lottie cushion his head with her jacket instead of griping that he isn't an invalid. That jacket sleeve at his eyes, too, helps tremendously -- as she's turning away Lottie might hear him breathe a hoarse sigh of relief.
Totally oblivious to the fact that she might have access to his room. ]
How would I know ... [ A muffled groan as he makes the mistake of trying to shift positions and is punished for it with incredible muscle aches. ] He suddenly picked a fight with me when I was training -- wanted a sparring match. And I landed a good hit when he pulled that shit. ... cheap bastard.
[ Clearly, Gen's more annoyed by the indignity of getting tazed by a felled opponent than by the fact he's been tazed at all.
On her end, Lottie might be relieved to feel the key enter the lock and start to turn without issue. But the moment the lock clicks open, the door suddenly swings inward without warning, and Lottie might find herself face to face with a young man dressed in the uniform that most of the Citadel's servants wear. Gen's retainer, his face lit up with anticipation and worry as he blurts out, "Sir Minegishi! I was wondering wh --"
Only then blinking wide-eyed at the sight of Lottie.
"... excuse me, who ... ?" ]
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Lottie frowns deeply, pondering this over when his retainer swings the door open and almost pulls her with it. She nearly falls over and into the servant, which scares the shit out of her because personal contact much? She takes a giant step back, accidentally putting some of her weight onto Gen's chest in the process before remembering he's there and adjusting her stance to make sure he's not trampled.
She stares at him, throws a hand on her chest to calm her heart and her breathing. And then when she gets past her surprise, she hurriedly demands: ]
Help me lug him in!
[ Fuck. She should've put some real shoes on before inserting herself into the situation -- or, maybe lifted some weights. How heavy can he be? She's going to find out! After some aggressive gesturing, she ends up by his legs and fully expects his retainer to be at his arms. She gets into a deep squat, groaning because she cracks a knee or two.
Her hands awkwardly splay on top of his leg, wondering where the hell to grab him. His feet? Jesus. She ends up holding onto ankles, her grip a little unsure. ]
Be careful with his head, he got into a fight with somebody. [ And softer: ] Okay, so, I'm gonna grab your legs and.. Your intern is going to get your arms?