I'm working on it... [Right now he has to squirm out from underneath the comatose body of his so-called sibling, and all of Callan's tentacles. Eugh. Frozen calamari, Gordon Ramsay would be horrified.] Stars, my head hurts.
[He's fine, a little scuffed up maybe, but he's usually scratched by something so honestly he looks no worse for wear. He will pull his head back from Luca's hands, though.]
[Ah. Likewise, Luca's hands pull back, then settle into his lap. He toys fitfully with his fingers for a moment, before pulling them into fists. Otherwise, though, he keeps his tone even.]
That is good. [He straightens up, careful of the other bodies.] The others are probably worried about you. Never mind how much you probably need to catch up on.
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I'm working on it... [Right now he has to squirm out from underneath the comatose body of his so-called sibling, and all of Callan's tentacles. Eugh. Frozen calamari, Gordon Ramsay would be horrified.] Stars, my head hurts.
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I - am not surprised. How do you feel otherwise? Nothing out of place?
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[He's fine, a little scuffed up maybe, but he's usually scratched by something so honestly he looks no worse for wear. He will pull his head back from Luca's hands, though.]
Otherwise, I'm largely fine.
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That is good. [He straightens up, careful of the other bodies.] The others are probably worried about you. Never mind how much you probably need to catch up on.
I'll not keep you.