[it is more than sizhui had expected, but it's also less than it was moments ago. he isn't reeling, he's moreso just a little foggy-headed, which can be pushed aside to make sure that broca's okay. as per usual, he's worried about someone else's well-being rather than his own—
but it doesn't seem like he's worrying about the same thing? broca's distressed about how the resort has been able to drug him with aphrodisiacs and sizhui's thinking that maybe he's still concerned with the situation at hand, something he figures has already been solved by now with their hook-up. this, however, is nothing new to him because he's so used to being aphro'd at this point, it might as well be like he'd partaken in alcohol against his will. not something he enjoys either, but there isn't much they can do about it now, unfortunately.
while he perhaps doesn't need all of that unloaded on him, he wouldn't have minded if broca still wanted to talk about it, but he has a pretty good idea that broca's not exactly the talkative type. no, he's more like the strong, silent sort of type, except the fact that he actually answers instead of just nodding or grunting or something similar speaks volumes.]
Good, good.
[after the tiger man steps back, he straightens a little more, takes a couple of steps forward then stops again, a faint limp in his walk, though he otherwise looks and is moving alright. he stretches both arms above his head, tilts his head one way then the other and lowers them again, a small smile quirking his lips at the edges.] You, ah... don't need to worry about me. I'll be okay.
[probably a little sore, even if that's easily taken care of with some cleaning up, rest and painkillers, all of which can be handled once he's back in his room.]
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but it doesn't seem like he's worrying about the same thing? broca's distressed about how the resort has been able to drug him with aphrodisiacs and sizhui's thinking that maybe he's still concerned with the situation at hand, something he figures has already been solved by now with their hook-up. this, however, is nothing new to him because he's so used to being aphro'd at this point, it might as well be like he'd partaken in alcohol against his will. not something he enjoys either, but there isn't much they can do about it now, unfortunately.
while he perhaps doesn't need all of that unloaded on him, he wouldn't have minded if broca still wanted to talk about it, but he has a pretty good idea that broca's not exactly the talkative type. no, he's more like the strong, silent sort of type, except the fact that he actually answers instead of just nodding or grunting or something similar speaks volumes.]
Good, good.
[after the tiger man steps back, he straightens a little more, takes a couple of steps forward then stops again, a faint limp in his walk, though he otherwise looks and is moving alright. he stretches both arms above his head, tilts his head one way then the other and lowers them again, a small smile quirking his lips at the edges.] You, ah... don't need to worry about me. I'll be okay.
[probably a little sore, even if that's easily taken care of with some cleaning up, rest and painkillers, all of which can be handled once he's back in his room.]