[ Other than his close friends, Law hadn't made a point of announcing he was traveling just yet, but word has a way of traveling fast around here. He'd checked in at the coterie lodge, because even if he is about as sick of Jaguar's shit (and all the leaders, for that matter) as he can get he still intends to do things right and report in when he's supposed to. Their interaction had been stiff and brief. He'd be pretty surprised to hear the guy actually cared about what he'd been through.
Either way, he's not expecting anyone, least of all anyone who would bother to knock. His house had gathered a little dust in his absence, and... uh, a lot more chickens. Guess he didn't figure the age on some of those eggs, or something! Law sets aside the blankets he'd been draping over the bed, hobbling to the door to open it. He refuses to use crutches or wear a brace—his immobilized left arm, still bandaged tight and kept in a sling against his side is the most he'll put up with. The rest... he'll grin and bear it. Gotta work through it, that's how you heal up. Obviously.
Sucks to be without the pain meds, though. He almost feels like he's under the effects when he sees who's there, like he's totally out of it and seeing things. His eyes bug out of his head, stammering brokenly as if she's the hell of a sight and not him, with his faded old scars all over his face and everything else that's changed about him since November. Taller, broader, more beat the hell up. ]
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Date: 2022-05-01 07:40 pm (UTC)Either way, he's not expecting anyone, least of all anyone who would bother to knock. His house had gathered a little dust in his absence, and... uh, a lot more chickens. Guess he didn't figure the age on some of those eggs, or something! Law sets aside the blankets he'd been draping over the bed, hobbling to the door to open it. He refuses to use crutches or wear a brace—his immobilized left arm, still bandaged tight and kept in a sling against his side is the most he'll put up with. The rest... he'll grin and bear it. Gotta work through it, that's how you heal up. Obviously.
Sucks to be without the pain meds, though. He almost feels like he's under the effects when he sees who's there, like he's totally out of it and seeing things. His eyes bug out of his head, stammering brokenly as if she's the hell of a sight and not him, with his faded old scars all over his face and everything else that's changed about him since November. Taller, broader, more beat the hell up. ]
M-Morga!! Holy crap! Is it really you?!