HARPER
The grin he gives her is a pale imitation of the predator beneath, aware of all the ways he could devastatingly injure this man he's never met. It's not something he likes indulging in, but the threat is there nonetheless. "Don't allow me that, truly. I'll be on my best avoidance behavior, and we'll have to hope that works." There's a sense of finality to the words, because there's little more to say on the subject. LongNight is too swiftly approaching, and he'll not demand something ridiculous like having Phoebe retract her offer of allowing them to stay. It would only end in further dramatics that he doesn't want to happen, not with the actual business side of Halenani in the ropes.
For a moment he blinks up at her, delayed understanding moving like cold molasses in his brain. She's already halfway up before he understands, and though he groans and grumbles he obligingly gets up to meander back to his bed as she goes striding out of the room. Massages aren't something he's every really treated himself to, not when each night he'd only accumulate more bruises, sprains, and sometimes worse. Concerned workers were a risk to his identity he couldn't afford. So he's admittedly stiff and unsure of himself as he lays sprawled on the bed, having changed as commanded. When the knock comes again he turns his head from the pillow he has squashed it into and calls for her to come in. "I still say you don't have to do this. It's not like I've strained anything with my workout." He's too well-trained for those kinds of mess ups anymore, and the idea of a massage just to unwind is a bit foreign to him.
For a moment he blinks up at her, delayed understanding moving like cold molasses in his brain. She's already halfway up before he understands, and though he groans and grumbles he obligingly gets up to meander back to his bed as she goes striding out of the room. Massages aren't something he's every really treated himself to, not when each night he'd only accumulate more bruises, sprains, and sometimes worse. Concerned workers were a risk to his identity he couldn't afford. So he's admittedly stiff and unsure of himself as he lays sprawled on the bed, having changed as commanded. When the knock comes again he turns his head from the pillow he has squashed it into and calls for her to come in. "I still say you don't have to do this. It's not like I've strained anything with my workout." He's too well-trained for those kinds of mess ups anymore, and the idea of a massage just to unwind is a bit foreign to him.
let your faith be bigger than your fear
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
