( there's an easy scold to be had, in clearly not following up with the doctor's enough to be in such a state—there are also lines to be read between, here, the obfuscation at least giving away there is something to hide in the first place. tact may not be ratio's strong suit, but it isn't from failing to recognize the value in it. his lips press into a thin line as he bites back on his counter, choosing, for once, an unquestioning acceptance.
for now. π Dr. Ratio will remember that.
the drift in their stances also doesn't escape him. if he needs to take some control over their destination... the only place he knows, for better or worse, is the casino. on technicality, it fulfills the requirement for drinks. a simple pivot, once they're exiting talon's doors, drifting past the staff's notice. )
Just don't run into anything. You'll aggravate your injuries. ( not that he cares, or whatever. )
[ A little stalling is fine, he thinks. It's not like any of them have anything better to do here but bide their time. ]
As it so happens, I have an excellent sense of direction and balance.
[ Lighter ticks his fingers insufferably even as he settles into a well-matched gait, more parts implication than it isn't. He recognizes the route well enough by now — the place is only so big compared to the sprawling wastes he's used to, and despite what he'd say, being idle isn't exactly in his wheelhouse. ]
Thanks for the concern, though.
[ He chances it, knowing well his demerit situation. Better to say it now before he has the chance to regret not saying it. ]
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for now. π Dr. Ratio will remember that.
the drift in their stances also doesn't escape him. if he needs to take some control over their destination... the only place he knows, for better or worse, is the casino. on technicality, it fulfills the requirement for drinks. a simple pivot, once they're exiting talon's doors, drifting past the staff's notice. )
Just don't run into anything. You'll aggravate your injuries. ( not that he cares, or whatever. )
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As it so happens, I have an excellent sense of direction and balance.
[ Lighter ticks his fingers insufferably even as he settles into a well-matched gait, more parts implication than it isn't. He recognizes the route well enough by now — the place is only so big compared to the sprawling wastes he's used to, and despite what he'd say, being idle isn't exactly in his wheelhouse. ]
Thanks for the concern, though.
[ He chances it, knowing well his demerit situation. Better to say it now before he has the chance to regret not saying it. ]