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[afineknight]

This is me taking a break.

[ just flopped on his back on the floor, staring at the ceiling. ]

[leonheartedly]

[he hums a little in response. After a moment sits down properly]

[afineknight]

[ He's quiet for a moment and when he speaks again, his voice is a bit softer, more introspective. ]

Sorry, Sancho. I, uh . . . I took out a lot of stress on you today.

[leonheartedly]

[he tilts his head to glance down at him, eyebrows raised]

You did? [it's not sarcasm, he's genuinely asking]

[afineknight]

[ He rolls his head over and back so he can look up at him, gesturing. ]

Little bit.

[leonheartedly]

[he considers that for a moment. Then:]

Did it help?

[afineknight]

It did.

[leonheartedly]

[he nods slowly, then shrugs a shoulder]

Then don't worry about it.

[afineknight]

. . . ha. If you say so!

[leonheartedly]

That's not a pass to hit me in the head again.

[afineknight]

In retrospect, that was a very light payment to get Tempo a chainsaw.

[leonheartedly]

[a little dryly]

There was nothing light about that.

[afineknight]

Are you calling him fat?

[leonheartedly]

I was saying you hit me harder than I would have expected.

[afineknight]

Oh, that was due to momentum. With me winding up plus Tempo actually being sentient, it wasn't all that difficult.

[leonheartedly]

[his lips twitch]>/small>

Thanks for explaining, doc, I had no idea that was how it worked.

[afineknight]

[ jazz hands. ]

Science!

[ He gives him a fond little smile, then lowers his hands and shifts back into his staring-at-the-ceiling position. ]

[leonheartedly]

[he huffs out a soft laugh, faintly shaking his head in amusement.

After a moment, he shifts to lay back next to him]

[afineknight]

You needed a break too, eh?

[leonheartedly]

It's been a busy day.

[afineknight]

Thistle was popular for awhile there today.

[leonheartedly]

We were even graced with Stormy's presence.

[afineknight]

Really?

[leonheartedly]

Yup. [he lifts his hand to gesture lazily]

Thistle was the place to be this morning.

[afineknight]

[ He reaches over, picking up a leftover bottle of blueberry wine that Melody brought over earlier for Edgelord, and passes it to him. ]

Here. You look like you could use this.