[yeah, and that's kind of the problem, isn't it - this is why she stays on her own.
she sits, abruptly, and closes her eyes. breathes in, and breathes out. tries meditation, as well as she can, adjusts the red ropes around her shoulders. it helps enough.
[ fei du agrees, quietly, observing shenhe for a moment before he speaks again. ]
It's likely done on purpose to keep us away from whatever could be happening. [ the could there is heavily implied to be, you know, thursday murder. ] But, if you couldn't get it open, then I don't think anyone possibly could. I doubt it'll be longer than necessary.
[ once again. implication of thursday murder. he doesn't capitulate beyond that, though, just quietly looking up at her. ]
...Will you come sit down with me? You won't be able to run out that quickly when it's opened if you're injured. Kyoko or Monika could take a look at your leg in the meantime.
[she knew that thursday murder was going to happen - she's practical, and she knew that someone would try. she just didn't think that she'd be locked into a building while it was happening.
a pause.
and then she limps a step or two closer, and sits next to him, obediently. looks down at her ankle, examining it, and then frowns.]
[ there. that's a start, at least. it's touch week still, so when she sits down, he holds out his hand, palm up. no glass skin this time. but also see? all alright.
and examines her ankle, too, nose wrinkling a little. i hope she's not bleeding all over. ] ...Good. Kyoko should be able to fix it without too much trouble. She fixed my rib for me earlier this week. We'll get you back on your feet as quickly as possible.
anyway no, he waves her off a bit with his other hand. ] No, no. Like I told you earlier - [ lighter, more teasing, a little more normal. ] I'm made of glass.
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she sits, abruptly, and closes her eyes. breathes in, and breathes out. tries meditation, as well as she can, adjusts the red ropes around her shoulders. it helps enough.
she's never been afraid before. that's new.]
We are locked in. [also her foot hurts.]
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[ fei du agrees, quietly, observing shenhe for a moment before he speaks again. ]
It's likely done on purpose to keep us away from whatever could be happening. [ the could there is heavily implied to be, you know, thursday murder. ] But, if you couldn't get it open, then I don't think anyone possibly could. I doubt it'll be longer than necessary.
[ once again. implication of thursday murder. he doesn't capitulate beyond that, though, just quietly looking up at her. ]
...Will you come sit down with me? You won't be able to run out that quickly when it's opened if you're injured. Kyoko or Monika could take a look at your leg in the meantime.
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a pause.
and then she limps a step or two closer, and sits next to him, obediently. looks down at her ankle, examining it, and then frowns.]
Hm. It's not broken.
[at least there's that.]
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and examines her ankle, too, nose wrinkling a little. i hope she's not bleeding all over. ] ...Good. Kyoko should be able to fix it without too much trouble. She fixed my rib for me earlier this week. We'll get you back on your feet as quickly as possible.
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no, she doesn't. it's just a fracture, so it's not too bad. she reaches for his hand when he offers it and just holds it, still frowning.]
I didn't mean to hurt you if I did. [:c maybe she made his rib worse... she doesn't even know what happened she's just assuming]
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anyway no, he waves her off a bit with his other hand. ] No, no. Like I told you earlier - [ lighter, more teasing, a little more normal. ] I'm made of glass.