...OF THE ESTEEMED LORD LUIS SERRA, FIRST OF HIS NAME, HAILING FROM THE REALM OF VALDELOBOS, RESIDING AT PRESENT IN THE TRADE QUARTER. UNWED, BUT RECEPTIVE.
[ He feels deflated by the extent of his relief. And a little nauseated.
That's probably just being sick, though. Leon drags his wrist across his fevered brow. ]
...
You left your— [ and he can probably just hear the roll of his eyes ] —coat of arms, Sir Knight. [ pretty sure he's using the wrong term there, but whatever ]
[He thinks that he hears something in the background, but his interest is piqued when Leon's protest seems more...embarrassed, than the annoyed that he expected.
[ Eyebrows raised and eyes wide she's the absolute picture of innocence, if it weren't for the fact that she's desperately trying to suppress a huge smirk. Leon saying her name however she takes a an invitation to say something. She raises her voice, like she's calling out over Leon's shoulder ]
Glad you guys have caught up. [ Leon's dry delivery suggests the opposite. ]
Pick up your shit later. Maybe in a few days. [ Begs a question, like why a few days, but Leon isn't forthcoming about his plan to see if someone can patch the hole punched into the back of Luis's jacket. ]
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That really quiet sound on the other end is Leon letting out a breath. He should lead with an apology. ]
Just gonna let me think you were gone, huh?
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It's followed by a quiet chuckle.]
No 'Hello, Luis?' Tsk tsk.
[He teases, instead of answering the question.]
...You made it clear you already believed I was. [Then, again teasing:] I couldn't risk you fainting at my presence again.
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[ He feels deflated by the extent of his relief. And a little nauseated.
That's probably just being sick, though. Leon drags his wrist across his fevered brow. ]
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You left your— [ and he can probably just hear the roll of his eyes ] —coat of arms, Sir Knight. [ pretty sure he's using the wrong term there, but whatever ]
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But he can dissect that later.]
Ah, yes, what is a knight-errant without his armor? I trust my squire has taken good care of it.
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She also mouths it at Leon because what. ]
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[ Leon slowly glances at Claire, who has gone suspiciously quiet, up until she snorts.
He half-turns away with the phone against his ear. ]
Don't call me that.
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He switches completely to Spanish.]
My friend, is there a little fly on your wall?
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[ Leon glances back at her, a plea in his raised eyebrows. ]
You met her. ...Claire?
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Hii Luis. Glad you're not dead.
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¡Hola, Claire! I'm glad you are safe as well. Leon hasn't given you too much trouble, has he?
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Just the normal amount of trouble.
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Glad you guys have caught up. [ Leon's dry delivery suggests the opposite. ]
Pick up your shit later. Maybe in a few days. [ Begs a question, like why a few days, but Leon isn't forthcoming about his plan to see if someone can patch the hole punched into the back of Luis's jacket. ]
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A few days?
[He sounds incredulous, but amused.]
If you like it that much, Leon, keep it. I didn't think it was your style.
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[ SIGH. ]
There's this thing going around. Don't want you catching it.
[ Come to think of it, both Claire and Leon sound a little ragged. ]
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[Luis holds the receiver away from his face and coughs into his elbow. When he comes back, his voice is a little raspy.]
Afraid that ship has sailed, amigo. But I'm doing better than a few days ago. You just coming down with it?
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[ His eyebrows knit. Luis has sounded worse than this before. That fact provides no comfort. ]
I can look you up once I've put Claire to bed. [ He's already putting up a hand to try to deflect any incoming fists. ]
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Sounds good. Make sure you get some tea, amigos! And don't have too much fun, you'll make me jealous.
[Wink.]
Later, Sancho! Bye, Claire!
[Click!]