[oh no, what the fuck, this outfit is so cute? he has a hand over his mouth as he observes the cat hoodie and slippers... how come he doesn't own these...]
...well, give me your pants later, I'll see if I can get them properly cleaned.
[It's a shame he doesn't have the hood up or the back with its puff tail visible, but the fingerless gloves built into the sleeves are both very present and very cute and he kind of hates it.]
Ah. I'd, ah — hm.
[He coughs a little, inwardly debating.]
In the gift shop near the beach — the one with all the swim garb? There should be a shelf with a sort of gel substance called aloe. 'Tis a favorite remedy of Thanalan Miqo'te for treating burns from the desert sun; I expect it might soothe just as well on this variety. If you could?
[he does still feel bad about this, is the thing, he doesn't even complain about being sent off on this errand. it takes him a bit to make it back, but he eventually does.]
[And of course, he's still there when Ryn gets back, because what is he going to do, get up and walk around?]
Much obliged.
[He accepts the bottle when offered, squeezing a bit onto his finger and rubbing it against his thumb like he's testing the consistency; hellish or not, it seems reasonably close enough to expectations.]
...Come over here. Come sit down. No sense hovering like that when there's room for two.
More than I don't trust my ability to get around without drawing rather a lot of awkward inquiries that I'd just as soon not answer. And certain...routine endeavors...have been less than pleasant.
[He shrugs a little, effusively, in a way that only moves the upper half of his body.]
But could I run if I had to? Yes. I might well regret it after, but that would be a concern for after.
[...Ah. He really is rather a bit despondent about it all, isn't he. He half expects to see Ryn's ears droop back, Miqo'te style, when he glances up at him.]
Cheer up. At least you didn't drop it on my head.
[He sinks down a little lower still, which has the interesting side effect of slouching him even deeper into his hoodie, and consequently inadvertently making him look even cuter and more snuggly. Perish the thought.]
Besides, all things considered, you're as disadvantaged by this as I am.
[How DARE HE when movement is so difficult right now. Still, he makes a reasonable effort at going after it anyway, which because he's not really moving his legs much at the moment leaves him kind of sprawl-leaning up against Ryn as a result.
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...well, give me your pants later, I'll see if I can get them properly cleaned.
[he owes thancred this much.]
Should I get you ice...?
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Ah. I'd, ah — hm.
[He coughs a little, inwardly debating.]
In the gift shop near the beach — the one with all the swim garb? There should be a shelf with a sort of gel substance called aloe. 'Tis a favorite remedy of Thanalan Miqo'te for treating burns from the desert sun; I expect it might soothe just as well on this variety. If you could?
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[he does still feel bad about this, is the thing, he doesn't even complain about being sent off on this errand. it takes him a bit to make it back, but he eventually does.]
Here.
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Much obliged.
[He accepts the bottle when offered, squeezing a bit onto his finger and rubbing it against his thumb like he's testing the consistency; hellish or not, it seems reasonably close enough to expectations.]
...Come over here. Come sit down. No sense hovering like that when there's room for two.
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[he finally takes a seat next to thancred, there, still looking him over a little worriedly.]
Has it been too painful to walk?
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[He shrugs a little, effusively, in a way that only moves the upper half of his body.]
But could I run if I had to? Yes. I might well regret it after, but that would be a concern for after.
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[as thancred can likely tell from the complete lack of rynlan being a little shit about his unfortunate situation, here.]
It didn't look serious, at least, it should start clearing up before long.
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Cheer up. At least you didn't drop it on my head.
[He sinks down a little lower still, which has the interesting side effect of slouching him even deeper into his hoodie, and consequently inadvertently making him look even cuter and more snuggly. Perish the thought.]
Besides, all things considered, you're as disadvantaged by this as I am.
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that last comment gets him to laugh softly, though, shaking his head.]
You do have a point there. Could always say your hands are still functional, but it'd hardly be fair.
[now excuse him while he reaches over to try to pull the hood of the hoodie up over his head. let him see. let him see it.]
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[What's he going to do, scoot away? Up his hood goes, goofy cat face and floppy ears and all.]
Oh, don't, it's ridiculous enough without — hold on, now, don't pull it down over my eyes!
[absolutely do this, the hoodie is so stupid]
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It's adorable, I don't know what you're talking about.
[there is the telltale click of a phone camera going off.]
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That had better not have just been what I think it was.
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[lol. lmao, even.]
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[A moot request, really, when he's making a grabbyhands lunge for it regardless.]
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[he's using his height to his advantage to hold it out of the way.]
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[How DARE HE when movement is so difficult right now. Still, he makes a reasonable effort at going after it anyway, which because he's not really moving his legs much at the moment leaves him kind of sprawl-leaning up against Ryn as a result.
Hello.]
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No, you'll delete it if I do.
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[Oh. But wait. He is snugged. Devastating.]
And you should let me. I deserve satisfaction.
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[hmm.]
What if we trade.
[he's a cat enjoyer he'd wear the hoodie?]
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[Hmmm.]
What trade did you have in mind?
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[While it is still warm and snug from his ambient body heat, and probably has a palatable amount of Boy Scent™ attached to it, also. Hmmmmm.]
You'd like me to have a picture of you, then?
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[he's so cute, excuse you.]
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[OH DEAR SOMEONE'S IN DANGER maybe]
Let me move enough to get out of it, here.
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[...well, he DOES owe him.]
Deal.
[he'll let go and step back, then.]
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