Date: 2017-04-15 12:27 pm (UTC)
weathering_it: (Lawrence! You Look Like Shit)
Lawrence looks toward the door, brow furrowed in thought. He mumbles understand his breath, "Isidor would have known, and she would have set him straight?..."

That's when his eyebrows rise and he even gasps at his realization. "That's why she's been such a bitch about him all night, isn't it? Using a name he hates, talking about how being a worgen is dishonorable, being all cagey about undeath. Shit, it all makes sense... She knows he wants to take you to pound town and she hates him for it. I'd say she's probably jealous if she wasn't clearly a lesbian."

He rubs at his chin, scratches his beard, and it seems to work to bring more thoughts to the surface of his mind. "I gotta talk to her now, tell her that this whole thing she's upset about is definitely not happening. Fuck, I don't wanna be alone with her! But I can't do it in public..."

His scheming eyes take in the sight of Viatorus as he cooks up a plan. "Okay. Go back out there and tell your sister that your noodly little arms couldn't carry the instruments. Make her come in here and help me out, and I'll have a chat with her. We'll figure out how to let my brother down easy and save you and your fiancée from a gravedigger three-way, don't worry..."

Before Viatorus has a chance to go Lawrence gasps again. "Oh! Shit, tell her to bring me some dessert before Robin eats it all, too."
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