"Of course she likes me," Lawrence says absently as he goes back to petting Buddy. "I'm a farmer. She's a pig." Natural allies, apparently? Everything else Caspar says or asks, though, that's going to be solidly ignored.
Tamminy takes over the conversation. "Anna is one of their sisters, yes. The taller, thinner one. As for the arm, I tried to save it, but the whole thing was wrecked. I... I never knew how strong he was. Harrowheart, I mean. I knew he was powerful, but I had no idea he could crush metal the way he did. He took Lawrence's arm in his bare hands and twisted the whole thing apart. He even damaged the docking mechanism. I've been trying to repair that, at least, but without a suitable place to work or the materials I need it's been a struggle."
She looks between Lawrence and Caspar. Her not-boyfriend has elected not to be part of this particular conversation, it seems, so it's up to her to speak for him. "Your offer is very kind, Caspar. Perhaps we can work together to make a new one, but..."
But some men have too much pride, frankly. Only time will tell if Lawrence will accept help.
Lawrence gives Buddy a strong pat on the side and the pig grunts in amusement before shuffling to stand by its new tepig friend. Lawrence hooks his thumb into his belt loop and finally says, "Firstly, let's get something straight: Harrowheart is my brother, not yours. He's dumb as a box of nails, but that doesn't mean you get to call him stupid in front of me. No matter how pissed off I am at him."
Tamminy pulls a face but keeps silent.
"Second," Lawrence says, "It really is a long story, and my ribs are killing me from all this walking. Let's find a bench or something and I'll tell as much as I know."
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Date: 2018-04-23 03:20 am (UTC)Tamminy takes over the conversation. "Anna is one of their sisters, yes. The taller, thinner one. As for the arm, I tried to save it, but the whole thing was wrecked. I... I never knew how strong he was. Harrowheart, I mean. I knew he was powerful, but I had no idea he could crush metal the way he did. He took Lawrence's arm in his bare hands and twisted the whole thing apart. He even damaged the docking mechanism. I've been trying to repair that, at least, but without a suitable place to work or the materials I need it's been a struggle."
She looks between Lawrence and Caspar. Her not-boyfriend has elected not to be part of this particular conversation, it seems, so it's up to her to speak for him. "Your offer is very kind, Caspar. Perhaps we can work together to make a new one, but..."
But some men have too much pride, frankly. Only time will tell if Lawrence will accept help.
Lawrence gives Buddy a strong pat on the side and the pig grunts in amusement before shuffling to stand by its new tepig friend. Lawrence hooks his thumb into his belt loop and finally says, "Firstly, let's get something straight: Harrowheart is my brother, not yours. He's dumb as a box of nails, but that doesn't mean you get to call him stupid in front of me. No matter how pissed off I am at him."
Tamminy pulls a face but keeps silent.
"Second," Lawrence says, "It really is a long story, and my ribs are killing me from all this walking. Let's find a bench or something and I'll tell as much as I know."