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From:

morderti

I'm leaving.

[GOING FOR THE DOOR, very evidently tired as he walks. how locked is the door on a scale from 1-10?]

From:

sancrimony

[ not only is it locked but it is also absolutely barricaded on the outside so like a 10, probably,

just sipping some tea. ]

From:

morderti

...

What's the meaning of this?

From:

sancrimony

I've explained as much already. I'm here to ensure you rest.

From:

morderti

Let me out before I bite you to death.

From:

sancrimony

[ the fluffy tufts of fox ears on his head perk straight up, before flattening against his head ]

I'm trapped in here the same as you are, you know. But if you have your fill in a meal and rest, then you'll be able to leave.

From:

morderti

Was this your idea?

From:

sancrimony

I would be responsible for this, yes.

From:

morderti

Why would you bother? I do not need or want favours from you.

Edited Date: 2019-10-16 06:34 pm (UTC)

From:

sancrimony

And neither would I ask them from you. In the first place, you couldn't call doing something troublesome and unasked for like this a "favor".

But, speaking as a healer, this is a matter of duty. Call it ego, if you like.

From:

morderti

[IT'S STILL A DEBT TO BE PAID. also he moves to cross his arms but has to reach out for the wall instead as turning around is dizzying. blood loss does that to you, Skylark]

... ... tch.

From:

sancrimony

. . . If it's blood that you need too, there's plenty of it here.

From:

morderti

[absolutely narrowing his eyes at him]

I'm not that weak.

From:

sancrimony

It is not a matter of weakness, sir. Still, if that is your preference, I won't force it upon you.

[ patiently, ]

Would you like some tea?

From:

morderti

[... ... why are everyone so persistent. you, Primrose, Mercury, Fox...]

You know nothing about my preferences.

From:

sancrimony

Would you like it after all, then?

[ setting the cup down, shifting to better face him ]

It's difficult to be in the same room as a beating heart, isn't it? To turn your nose up to a meal. I don't mind, really, and it's probably the fastest way to being able to get out of here.

From:

morderti

[the outline of his eyes flicker red for a second, and though he still looks annoyed, his expression is also creeping into something with minuscule traces of dark amusement. if you squint hard enough, that is]

Do not play this game with me, healer.

From:

sancrimony

A game? I don't know what you're talking about.

[ moving a hand up to rub at the back of his neck, deliberately slow with his fingers splayed wide in the movement to expose his neck ]

Doesn't it work best that way, though? Taking a meal for yourself is hardly a "favor" you could owe me. As I said, I won't lift a finger to help you.

From:

morderti

[...his eyes flick to that movement for like a fraction of a second before he looks back at Lucifel's face]

Then what do you call this?

From:

sancrimony

This is just a conversation, isn't it?

[ setting his hand down ]

If you ended up doing it, isn't that just doing what you like? After all, I couldn't make you do anything you didn't want to do, right?