REACTION SPEED - (Hey! Get the door before he can shut it. Also: he looks awful.)
Harry’s free hand shoots out and presses firmly against the door. The Fog blessed him with strength. If Jean is going to be a little bitch about this visit he can rip this thing off his hinges but he wants to be more civil than that and not cause property damage. Because Jean lives here. His talons are drumming out a tune on the wood, a familiar threat and a promise. “I’m here and I’m coming inside, Vicquemare.” His shoulders are squared on instinct to shove Jean out of the way, his head crest is raised impressively.
He’s big, he’s built like a brick shithouse, and you’re going to eat his fucking soup and dumplings.
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - (He hasn’t been out of bed for a day, at the very least. Look at his hair, the way it sticks up.)
EMPATHY - (He didn’t get your message.)
VISUAL CALCULUS - (The hair, the dark circles, the hungry-wasted look. It’s not just depression eating him up right now.)
“Got you some food. C’mon, Jean. I remember how this works.”
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Harry’s free hand shoots out and presses firmly against the door. The Fog blessed him with strength. If Jean is going to be a little bitch about this visit he can rip this thing off his hinges but he wants to be more civil than that and not cause property damage. Because Jean lives here. His talons are drumming out a tune on the wood, a familiar threat and a promise. “I’m here and I’m coming inside, Vicquemare.” His shoulders are squared on instinct to shove Jean out of the way, his head crest is raised impressively.
He’s big, he’s built like a brick shithouse, and you’re going to eat his fucking soup and dumplings.
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - (He hasn’t been out of bed for a day, at the very least. Look at his hair, the way it sticks up.)
EMPATHY - (He didn’t get your message.)
VISUAL CALCULUS - (The hair, the dark circles, the hungry-wasted look. It’s not just depression eating him up right now.)
“Got you some food. C’mon, Jean. I remember how this works.”