[L glances back over his shoulder, brow tense and furrowed. Yes, the kitchen; where else would I mean?
He goes to the counter, picks up a few delicate tools. Some of them are for etching runes, a holdover from his time working at the shop. Others seem like modified surgical tools, cobbled together and curated by L for their specific needs. A sharp eye might notice that there is a nearby bowl of oranges that bears clear signs of practice, precise careful lines and patterns in the orange skin.]
Understood...
[Regarding Niles' instructions. L dislikes taking them, but he has always taken pride in his work, as anyone who has commissioned it in the past knows. He doesn't want someone walking around with a shoddy piece by him, even if they did mutilate him. Such is his pride; such is his conceit.
He returns, drawing aside a chair and taking a seat across from Niles.]
Do you want something for the discomfort? I wouldn't call it pain... especially compared to some things.
[But he has potions. And pills. The offer stands.]
no subject
He goes to the counter, picks up a few delicate tools. Some of them are for etching runes, a holdover from his time working at the shop. Others seem like modified surgical tools, cobbled together and curated by L for their specific needs. A sharp eye might notice that there is a nearby bowl of oranges that bears clear signs of practice, precise careful lines and patterns in the orange skin.]
Understood...
[Regarding Niles' instructions. L dislikes taking them, but he has always taken pride in his work, as anyone who has commissioned it in the past knows. He doesn't want someone walking around with a shoddy piece by him, even if they did mutilate him. Such is his pride; such is his conceit.
He returns, drawing aside a chair and taking a seat across from Niles.]
Do you want something for the discomfort? I wouldn't call it pain... especially compared to some things.
[But he has potions. And pills. The offer stands.]