[ Caelus holds out his hand, and Luocha presses money into it, going on in his pleasantly long-winded way, in a tone and cadence that is sort of strangely soothing in its rhythmic consistency. The Trailblazer listens, but sometimes he isn't really listening; sometimes he suspects that overexposure to Kafka's powers has made him particularly susceptible to aural hypnotism. There's too much money, and Caelus frowns. He's too nice, he thinks, again rather abstractly. That's too much. ]
That's — more than...
[ Then Luocha's other hand closes over his, and Caelus jolts out of his reverie, and thinks, Oh. Maybe I shouldn't have come after all.
It's a bizarre thing to think, because — as he settles into this new situation, assessing it gingerly, his hand clasped in Luocha's — there's nothing very wrong about this, really. There's no danger being posed to him. Despite Welt's odd hangups about men who look like this man, there is past documentation that Luocha is a sort of bizarre do-gooder, and logically, he has done nothing wrong.
It's just, Caelus thinks, as he again looks into Luocha's smiling eyes and finds nothing there to doubt, there's something so strange about how he set this up like a trap.
He doesn't move his hand out of the hand sandwich. The handwich. Bereft of other things to do, the young man curls his fingers a little to keep the strales in place — but now this makes it seem like he and Luocha are holding hands. In the handwich. He grimaces. It might be about their hands, but maybe it's just because he's been reminded about his leg. ]
...Oh. It's not that bad. I forgot about it until now, actually.
[ There's no particular reason to keep information from Luocha, and the obvious next question is how he injured himself, so Caelus surrenders the answer without further prompting. ]
March tripped down the stairs this morning, and she was really embarrassed about it. So I also tripped down the stairs. To support her.
[ This is delivered very flatly and earnestly, as if it was a perfectly logical thing to do. ]
Landed a bit harder than she did, though. I guess I'm heavy? [ A soft scoff under his breath: a barely concealed laugh. ] And Welt was, uh... concerned.
[ Hence the stress, presumably.
Caelus's lips twitch; he seems more than aware the whole thing is absurd, and he offers the story to Luocha like an apology. It's fine. There's nothing wrong. ]
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That's — more than...
[ Then Luocha's other hand closes over his, and Caelus jolts out of his reverie, and thinks, Oh. Maybe I shouldn't have come after all.
It's a bizarre thing to think, because — as he settles into this new situation, assessing it gingerly, his hand clasped in Luocha's — there's nothing very wrong about this, really. There's no danger being posed to him. Despite Welt's odd hangups about men who look like this man, there is past documentation that Luocha is a sort of bizarre do-gooder, and logically, he has done nothing wrong.
It's just, Caelus thinks, as he again looks into Luocha's smiling eyes and finds nothing there to doubt, there's something so strange about how he set this up like a trap.
He doesn't move his hand out of the hand sandwich. The handwich. Bereft of other things to do, the young man curls his fingers a little to keep the strales in place — but now this makes it seem like he and Luocha are holding hands. In the handwich. He grimaces. It might be about their hands, but maybe it's just because he's been reminded about his leg. ]
...Oh. It's not that bad. I forgot about it until now, actually.
[ There's no particular reason to keep information from Luocha, and the obvious next question is how he injured himself, so Caelus surrenders the answer without further prompting. ]
March tripped down the stairs this morning, and she was really embarrassed about it. So I also tripped down the stairs. To support her.
[ This is delivered very flatly and earnestly, as if it was a perfectly logical thing to do. ]
Landed a bit harder than she did, though. I guess I'm heavy? [ A soft scoff under his breath: a barely concealed laugh. ] And Welt was, uh... concerned.
[ Hence the stress, presumably.
Caelus's lips twitch; he seems more than aware the whole thing is absurd, and he offers the story to Luocha like an apology. It's fine. There's nothing wrong. ]