Lunaths frown only deepens the more off subject Lance tries to carry them, especially at the mention of the light bulb, designed for sure to distract Lunath. Instead, he slips past the flap with a quiet rustle, his movements small and unobtrusive, like a mouse running underfoot, yet still quick and purposeful. He’s over next to Lance in a few moments, pushing himself into his space.
“I️ dont wanna heat that. Sit.”
When Lance fails to comply, Lunath steps even closer to him until they’re chest to chest, and Lunath gives him a little bump designed to push him slightly backwards. Lance doesn’t resist them, probably for Lunath’s sake, to be gentle with him, but he ends up seated on one of the storage crates behind him for all his considerations.
Lunath shoots one last disapproving look, like one might give a naughty child, before kneeling in front of the leg Lance stretches out stiffly in front of him. He feels along the metal brace, checking at key points that he knows are weak spots for all the wear and tear Lance puts on the thing.
“Its this flexor spring. It popped loose again. Wouldn’t have been able to walk this one off.”
Lunath shakes his head as he takes a more permanent seat on the ground in front of Lance, legs crossed in front of him, one hand holding the brace firmly to prevent any escape attempts from Lance as he reaches with nimble fingers behind the outer plates of the device into the inner workings on the sides.
“Sit still for just two minutes. As hard as that is for you.”
“I️ dont wanna heat that. Sit.”
When Lance fails to comply, Lunath steps even closer to him until they’re chest to chest, and Lunath gives him a little bump designed to push him slightly backwards. Lance doesn’t resist them, probably for Lunath’s sake, to be gentle with him, but he ends up seated on one of the storage crates behind him for all his considerations.
Lunath shoots one last disapproving look, like one might give a naughty child, before kneeling in front of the leg Lance stretches out stiffly in front of him. He feels along the metal brace, checking at key points that he knows are weak spots for all the wear and tear Lance puts on the thing.
“Its this flexor spring. It popped loose again. Wouldn’t have been able to walk this one off.”
Lunath shakes his head as he takes a more permanent seat on the ground in front of Lance, legs crossed in front of him, one hand holding the brace firmly to prevent any escape attempts from Lance as he reaches with nimble fingers behind the outer plates of the device into the inner workings on the sides.
“Sit still for just two minutes. As hard as that is for you.”