LogFAQs > #911965678

It's all very confusing stuff, but as long as you haven't been fed moss' extract and had mineral tea poured down your throat while you were unconscious, as long as you haven't been in a coma for several days, I'm sure you can probably follow along with what I'm telling you.

Click click click click click. The lock on the door was fastened, although loosely, but it did click many times as Leone attempted to open the door. Normally he would have been more quiet, checked the lock first, and, hell, he might have been able to silently pick the lock and sneak inside. Now he was so out of it that it took him about sixteen turns of the handle before he even realized that it was locked. He never realized how much noise he had been making until the door swung open.

"... Leone?" Lawrence answers, his face looking a bit shocked and relieved. "I'm so glad to see you're well!"

"I escaped... from that hospital..." Leone mutters, drooling on himself a bit as he stumbles through the door.

"Perhaps you're not as well as I'd thought," Lawrence says, frowning. "Come on then, over here. Take a seat. You must still be in terrible shape you..." Lawrence inspects his younger brother. "There's something wrong with your eyes. And you seem a bit more dull than usual."

Leone allowed himself to be led over to the large desk that his brother works behind from time to time. There's a rounded chair with high arms on the visitor's side. He slumps into the chair and his head feels very heavy, and so it tilts quite far over to the side. Then, sitting up all at once, he finishes listening to his brother's monologue... understanding about half of it.

"But I've brought something very sharp," Leone says. He takes out the gun that he got from Barkler and slams it down on top of the desk. "Or, not sharp. Shiny? How would you say it?"

"Where did you get that?" Lawrence asks. He seems more concerned than scared. Of course, since the person before him isn't an enemy, his natural response is more curiosity mixed with a bit of concern. Leone clearly isn't in good shape and he heard rumors that he his brother had tried to commit suicide. Although, others working at the hospital said Leone hadn't even woken up at all. There had been no signs of any activity in the room so it was most likely just a rumor.

But, now, seeing the gun... He felt he needed to maybe change the subject. "Come to think of it, where did you get clothes? Those aren't your usual..."

"My hair is getting messy," Leone blurts out suddenly.

Lawrence has to laugh at that remark. "Well you're always wearing that hood. I suppose people don't see it too often. Have you thought about getting it cut?"

"No." Leone's response is simple. His head sways but then returns to the upright position again. Thinking about sharpness, he tries to sharpen his senses and return his thinking to the most normal state possible. Right now he's in a condition where he can't think clearly and he hates that.

Lawrence goes back around the desk and returns with more water for Leone. He lets his brother wash it down. He puts up with Leone's mutterings and inane ramblings for a good twenty or thirty minutes. At a certain point he gets back into his work chair and starts penning over some documents for council work.
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