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silky_bearing[Lorenz is folded in on himself, tucked tightly onto an armchair with his legs under him. He's doing his best to look as irritated and haughty as ever but there's a little edge of something heavier under that.]
Has anyone had much luck with potions work yet? [He holds a small, empty bottle up, some small trace of liquid still left inside it.] I've no idea what he meant to accomplish with whatever this is but-
[He's quick to redirect the camera before he either reveals how worried he is or just surrenders to his frustration. One is as likely as the other at this point. The camera pans down to show that his chair is tucked up beside a bed... a bed where one Claude von Riegan lies, suspiciously peaceful, clearly deep asleep. His familiar, a small wyvern about the size of a housecat, curled up on his chest snoring softly. Though she squirms a little when the light from Lorenz' phone shines on her, flopping one wing over her head.... and smacking it directly into Claude's face.
Not that he responds.]
We can't get him to wake up for anything and while I can't be too concerned, it's likely his own fault. Honestly. Always sticking his nose in things-
Well. Naira isn't concerned so I doubt he's in any danger but we need to be returning to Camelot before long. Of course he'd play with these things and not stop to consider how inconvenient it is for the rest of us cleaning up his messes. [The camera turns back to him, fingers rubbing at his brow as he wills down his annoyance. It's so much easier to be irritated than it is to twist himself into knots with worry.]
If we can't find a way to wake him I may have to ask someone far sturdier and more agile than myself to carry his sorry hide back to Camelot.
((OOC: There is no actual potion mishaps here but no one is surprised that's what Lorenz suspects. Flayn is hovering around Claude too so expect responses from one or both of them. Not like anyone is worried about this idiot.))
Has anyone had much luck with potions work yet? [He holds a small, empty bottle up, some small trace of liquid still left inside it.] I've no idea what he meant to accomplish with whatever this is but-
[He's quick to redirect the camera before he either reveals how worried he is or just surrenders to his frustration. One is as likely as the other at this point. The camera pans down to show that his chair is tucked up beside a bed... a bed where one Claude von Riegan lies, suspiciously peaceful, clearly deep asleep. His familiar, a small wyvern about the size of a housecat, curled up on his chest snoring softly. Though she squirms a little when the light from Lorenz' phone shines on her, flopping one wing over her head.... and smacking it directly into Claude's face.
Not that he responds.]
We can't get him to wake up for anything and while I can't be too concerned, it's likely his own fault. Honestly. Always sticking his nose in things-
Well. Naira isn't concerned so I doubt he's in any danger but we need to be returning to Camelot before long. Of course he'd play with these things and not stop to consider how inconvenient it is for the rest of us cleaning up his messes. [The camera turns back to him, fingers rubbing at his brow as he wills down his annoyance. It's so much easier to be irritated than it is to twist himself into knots with worry.]
If we can't find a way to wake him I may have to ask someone far sturdier and more agile than myself to carry his sorry hide back to Camelot.
((OOC: There is no actual potion mishaps here but no one is surprised that's what Lorenz suspects. Flayn is hovering around Claude too so expect responses from one or both of them. Not like anyone is worried about this idiot.))
