[ Faint shadows darken the skin under his eyes, around his cheek bones. He wears the usual smile and cheer, but there's a marked quietness to it now, a weariness and exhaustion that no amount of stubbornness can overcome. The road to recovery hasn't been kind to Lavi, but like hell is he going to stay locked up and wait it out.
(No. There are people who still need help and as ever, Westerley gets the short end. He'll do his part, though if asked for an explanation, he'll rely on the tried and true indifference of the RAC's creed. The warrant is all.)
Lavi smiles weakly when she opens the door, tries to summon some of his usual energy as he looks over the top of her static-challenged head. ]
Hey. Did I wake you?
[ Airy laughter, too breathless to be properly humored but there's an attempt at it no less. ]
Feel like drugging some people? But in a good way.
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(No. There are people who still need help and as ever, Westerley gets the short end. He'll do his part, though if asked for an explanation, he'll rely on the tried and true indifference of the RAC's creed. The warrant is all.)
Lavi smiles weakly when she opens the door, tries to summon some of his usual energy as he looks over the top of her static-challenged head. ]
Hey. Did I wake you?
[ Airy laughter, too breathless to be properly humored but there's an attempt at it no less. ]
Feel like drugging some people? But in a good way.