it does not bother me to say this isn't love
Tobi meets his gaze with a warm honeyed stare and grins. "Dragoons break a lot of things. Or get impaled. Or stabbed. Concussed too, often." This is all said with a doctor's nonchalance, though perhaps she is trying to intimidate Locke just a little. With a bright laugh at that, Tobi shrugs lightly beneath the bear of a man she finds herself with. "Well it can't be intentional. Just if it happens, you have to let me be the one to patch you up. Deal?"
Her fingers relax around his side now that his gait is somewhat steadier. She might even be able to let go of him entirely, but she doesn't. "Stupid? Oh good. You'll make a fine dragoon, then." Raising her brows slightly, Tobi tries not to let herself look too incredulous. "You bake? Well, I can absolutely tell you that bringing Ronin any sort of food is likely to get you anywhere you want to go." Cursed or not, the doctor can still remember the Star eating cinnamon buns off of the floor and nearly choking himself on them.
"Mm, liquor run." Tobi replies, raising the air previously slung around Locke's mid-section to indicate the bottles dangling there in a bag.
Her fingers relax around his side now that his gait is somewhat steadier. She might even be able to let go of him entirely, but she doesn't. "Stupid? Oh good. You'll make a fine dragoon, then." Raising her brows slightly, Tobi tries not to let herself look too incredulous. "You bake? Well, I can absolutely tell you that bringing Ronin any sort of food is likely to get you anywhere you want to go." Cursed or not, the doctor can still remember the Star eating cinnamon buns off of the floor and nearly choking himself on them.
"Mm, liquor run." Tobi replies, raising the air previously slung around Locke's mid-section to indicate the bottles dangling there in a bag.
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