Lightning Farron (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
enthunder) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
voidtreckerexpress2020-05-25 10:20 am
enthunder) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2020-05-25 10:20 am
Entry tags:
(closed)
Who: Lightning, Wen Qing, Little One
Where: Medical Car
When: Fiddlesticks Day 13
What: Little One needs a medical check-up, and the medics need to discuss Things.
Warnings: TBA
In general, Light tried to stay out of the kid's business. Sometimes she'd poke, but she was fairly self-sufficient; she didn't want to scare her off with solicitousness. She knew what she'd been like at that age. Hell, Light knew what she was like now. Point was, a decision to be hands-off combined with the weirdly respectful behaviour she received as a 'priestess' meant that it took two whole days for Light to throw that decision into the void. She'd marched over to the girl, who was still both limping and wincing whenever she reached across the table for another pancake. Folded her arms. Given her a Look.
Five minutes and three increasingly stern 'suggestions' that the kid come with her to medical to see Wen Qing later, and she was pushing her ahead of her into the examination room. Gently, but implacably. She'd already tried to wriggle away with excuses along the way.
A little late, she rapped a knuckle against the open door.
"Got time for a patient?"
Where: Medical Car
When: Fiddlesticks Day 13
What: Little One needs a medical check-up, and the medics need to discuss Things.
Warnings: TBA
In general, Light tried to stay out of the kid's business. Sometimes she'd poke, but she was fairly self-sufficient; she didn't want to scare her off with solicitousness. She knew what she'd been like at that age. Hell, Light knew what she was like now. Point was, a decision to be hands-off combined with the weirdly respectful behaviour she received as a 'priestess' meant that it took two whole days for Light to throw that decision into the void. She'd marched over to the girl, who was still both limping and wincing whenever she reached across the table for another pancake. Folded her arms. Given her a Look.
Five minutes and three increasingly stern 'suggestions' that the kid come with her to medical to see Wen Qing later, and she was pushing her ahead of her into the examination room. Gently, but implacably. She'd already tried to wriggle away with excuses along the way.
A little late, she rapped a knuckle against the open door.
"Got time for a patient?"