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[mmmleather]

It is I, Zevran. And I am not here. So please, speak, and I will hear - eventually!

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[paraselenic]

Even so, I did not have to exert as much force as I did.

You.

Have received medical attention, yes? You have gone to a hospital?

[Ruh roh Scoob.]

[mmmleather]

And I did not have to attempt to stab you. See? It is not your fault alone.

For what? Some bruises? No, not necessary.

[What is a hospital.]

[paraselenic]

...Very well.

[Translation: I respectfully disagree due to the sheer power imbalance of the situation but I refuse to argue with someone who is in need of medical attention.]

Is it truly just bruises?

[He's no expert on elf physiology (well he kind of is), but he does know the weight behind his kick. He's a man hitting over 300lbs with his legs included...no way that is 'just bruises'.]

[mmmleather]

There we are. An understanding.

[There is a definite pause.]

Would my dashing face lie to you?

[Yes.]

[paraselenic]

[. . .]

I am calling an ambulance.

[mmmleather]

A what.

[paraselenic]

[There is a moment's pause.]

A transport to a medical facility.

[mmmleather]

[Will wonders never cease-]

Why would you call something like that? Are you wounded?

[You little shit.]

[paraselenic]

I will tell you now, I can track your location by scent.

If you do not have anyone coming to check you, I will take you to medical care myself.

[mmmleather]

I


I am requesting you do no such thing. For matters most consider "personal".

[paraselenic]

Then confirm if you are getting medical attention. I will know if you're lying.

[mmmleather]

[There is the brief and quick decision about whether or not using a motel ice bucket and towels count as healing... You know what, yes, they do.]

I am attending to matters.

[paraselenic]

The 'attending' had better not be simply a cold compress.

[I'm so sorry Zevran. At the very least the dog is leashed to Meropide?]

[mmmleather]

Of course not. There are bandages. And tonics.

[Motel towels and a couple tiny bottles of liquor.]

[paraselenic]

And who is attending to you? Surely you are not holing up somewhere to nurse your wounds by yourself.

[That's exactly it Lycaon. You got it in one!]

[mmmleather]

[Wow how dare you call him out.]

If I am capable of tending to myself, why shouldn't I do so?

[paraselenic]

Sir Zevran, I am the one who inflicted those wounds on you.

I believe I know what I am capable of.

[mmmleather]

What???

You were the man who punched my face over tossing rings? You are a master of disguise, my friend.

[paraselenic]

Are you attempting to convince me that I left no damages when I kicked you a considerable distance?

I can assure you, it is not working.

[mmmleather]

I am curious - how far could you kick something, should you have to?

[Yes he is.]

[paraselenic]

[Ugh. He knows Zevran is deflecting. And yet.]

It would depend on what I was kicking. But my engineers are no slouches when it comes to improving my legs. It would be far, no matter what it is.

[mmmleather]

And how heavy an object could you, in theory of course, launch with said legs?

[... where is he going with this.]

[paraselenic]

I think I've already proven I can launch a full grown man a considerable distance.


Why must you know?

[mmmleather]

True, I am that. But I am also not a large grown man.

I am curious! We did not discuss your fabulous limbs before, after all.

[Or does he want to see how far Lycaon can kick things like cannonballs. It's probably that - that would be ridiculously awesome.]

[paraselenic]

I do not believe size matters. I have kicked Hugo considerably far as well, and he's quite tall.

[Yes he has lobbed his close companion into a cement all they flirt weird ok]