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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: “Mmhm,” Tao said, sighing. “Not what I asked. I know yer ‘fine’ — you’re always ‘fine’. I was askin’ if you were hurtin’.”
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 213
Status: Complete
Tao tilted his head back so he could look over the sofa. “Yo!”
M-21 grunted in reply which, honestly, wasn’t that different from his usual response, but still. Normally he used words.
He seemed to move all right, his steps still smooth, but Tao narrowed his eyes, watching him. Slightly slower with smaller steps. Hm. Suspicious.
“Hurts?” he said as casually as possible. Asking as a full sentence was out — there was still too much of a reminder of scientists checking on them, probing for weakness. It tended to make M-21 defensive.
“I’m fine,” M-21 said, opening the fridge and rummaging through it.
“Mmhm,” Tao said, sighing. “Not what I asked. I know yer ‘fine’ — you’re always ‘fine’. I was askin’ if you were hurtin’.”
M-21 stopped rummaging, and for a few seconds he didn’t say anything.
Which was good, because that meant he was actually thinking about it, rather than instantly brushing off Tao’s question.
“I don’t…think so?” M-21 looked at him. “Why?”
“Your walking’s a little off,” Tao said, shrugging. “Was just makin’ sure.”
“Hmm.” M-21 didn’t say anything more before he shook his head. “I do feel fine, but…” He hesitated, glancing away for a second. “If I feel worse, I’ll tell you. Or Frankenstein.”
Tao beamed at him. Progress!
Inspired by corvidprompts' '“Hurts?”
“I’m fine.”
“S’not what I’m asking. I know you’re ‘fine’, you’re always fine. I need to know if it hurts.”
Summary: “Mmhm,” Tao said, sighing. “Not what I asked. I know yer ‘fine’ — you’re always ‘fine’. I was askin’ if you were hurtin’.”
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 213
Status: Complete
Tao tilted his head back so he could look over the sofa. “Yo!”
M-21 grunted in reply which, honestly, wasn’t that different from his usual response, but still. Normally he used words.
He seemed to move all right, his steps still smooth, but Tao narrowed his eyes, watching him. Slightly slower with smaller steps. Hm. Suspicious.
“Hurts?” he said as casually as possible. Asking as a full sentence was out — there was still too much of a reminder of scientists checking on them, probing for weakness. It tended to make M-21 defensive.
“I’m fine,” M-21 said, opening the fridge and rummaging through it.
“Mmhm,” Tao said, sighing. “Not what I asked. I know yer ‘fine’ — you’re always ‘fine’. I was askin’ if you were hurtin’.”
M-21 stopped rummaging, and for a few seconds he didn’t say anything.
Which was good, because that meant he was actually thinking about it, rather than instantly brushing off Tao’s question.
“I don’t…think so?” M-21 looked at him. “Why?”
“Your walking’s a little off,” Tao said, shrugging. “Was just makin’ sure.”
“Hmm.” M-21 didn’t say anything more before he shook his head. “I do feel fine, but…” He hesitated, glancing away for a second. “If I feel worse, I’ll tell you. Or Frankenstein.”
Tao beamed at him. Progress!
Inspired by corvidprompts' '“Hurts?”
“I’m fine.”
“S’not what I’m asking. I know you’re ‘fine’, you’re always fine. I need to know if it hurts.”