Honestly, this good-natured acceptance of Wriothesley’s is also so aggravatingly, charmingly Feroxi of him. Is he really not one of Basilio’s men…? He shakes his head once they part, to get the lay of the land and…
…Eventually make his way to the Talon some time later on, having found little recourse but to get away from the strangeness of the resort by commandeering some small corner of the fitness area to thwack at a training dummy with a wooden sword.
He has yet to indulge in this world’s imperatives, but his own deadline is looming, and he doesn’t like it one bit. But for now? All he can do is put all his frustrations into his strikes, resulting in the dummy’s head snapping off and rolling away from a particularly vicious strike, finally coming to a stop at Wriothesley’s feet.
aaand scene change!
[ He doesn’t know what else to say.
Honestly, this good-natured acceptance of Wriothesley’s is also so aggravatingly, charmingly Feroxi of him. Is he really not one of Basilio’s men…? He shakes his head once they part, to get the lay of the land and…
…Eventually make his way to the Talon some time later on, having found little recourse but to get away from the strangeness of the resort by commandeering some small corner of the fitness area to thwack at a training dummy with a wooden sword.
He has yet to indulge in this world’s imperatives, but his own deadline is looming, and he doesn’t like it one bit. But for now? All he can do is put all his frustrations into his strikes, resulting in the dummy’s head snapping off and rolling away from a particularly vicious strike, finally coming to a stop at Wriothesley’s feet.
Lon’qu looks up at him. ]
You, again.