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kaladin ignores the story that grows fainter with distance. something about the number of calls made by david in the last month, and about "highball glass shards" winding up places they shouldn't be. no, kaladin just watches tezcatlipoca come around from behind his bar counter to meet him, then frowns.
another one of his LILITH teammates? long blond hair, pale complexion, big sunglasses. now that he thinks about it— )
Oh, it's you.
( a deeply unenthusiastic response to one of two gods he shared an intense philosophical discussion with. he felt a little vulnerable and spilled his storming guts on a public forum. to someone who could've been a fake... how embarrassing...
turning his face away, kaladin considers leaving. there's an open wound to be patched up, however, which keeps him rooted. )
Meeting you in person has really killed the mystique. I thought you'd seem more regal or something.
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…The immediate diss, though. That’s a different story! ]
—Huh? Why do people always say that? I’m regal as fuck, asshole.
[ Like, look at him! ]
What, you expect me to be decked out in my regalia all the time? That's a real pain the ass. Especially if we're supposed to be incognito.
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"I'm regal as fuck, asshole"? ( quoted matter-of-factly, widening the hole in tezcatlipoca's shirt from the bullet so he can get at the damaged flesh. ) It's not your regalia that's the problem; it's the way you talk and act.
( holding him steady beneath the bicep, the gauze is applied with the sustained pressure of his palm. now they have to stand here like this for... a while... )
Gods aren't supposed to bleed everywhere, either.
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(In truth, he prefers this.) ]
I swear… What is it about savin’ the world or whatever that makes people forget their damn manners? You’ve got zero respect!
[ He scoffs, but clearly, he’s not all that bothered. He has an impulse to pull out his gun and shoot him on principle (or maybe just seeing where that déjà vu could take him), but getting patched up wins out over that. He at least doesn’t fight or complain about Kaladin’s treatment, and rather, he acquiesces to the touch fairly easily. ]
—And hey, ain’t my fault I have to make myself a human body to come visit. Would say this is more human bodies just bleeding a hell of a lot, not me.