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It wasn't so much that he'd been slammed into a bookcase that was the problem. It hadn't even been that hard.
Okay, that was a lie, it'd been pretty hard, but the real problem was he'd also had his head slammed into a mirror, possibly against a table (that was hazy), and Jerry Stenson's fists, respectively, and while he'd had all that attended to after the mission, he'd only allowed as much fussing over him was necessary to get back on his feet again. As such, his noggin had still been a little tender when he'd been so unceremoniously slammed into a bookcase. And then, if you went even further back, he'd been concussed something fierce several times since being on the ship, and then even further back, in the fight with a giant dragon, and these things tended to be cumulative.
"Anyone in here?"
Okay, that was a lie, it'd been pretty hard, but the real problem was he'd also had his head slammed into a mirror, possibly against a table (that was hazy), and Jerry Stenson's fists, respectively, and while he'd had all that attended to after the mission, he'd only allowed as much fussing over him was necessary to get back on his feet again. As such, his noggin had still been a little tender when he'd been so unceremoniously slammed into a bookcase. And then, if you went even further back, he'd been concussed something fierce several times since being on the ship, and then even further back, in the fight with a giant dragon, and these things tended to be cumulative.
"Anyone in here?"
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A pause and he drummed his fingers on the blanket. "I miiight still talk to him, but most likely in the subtle checking-to-see-if-he's-gotten-help-yet kind of way. Otherwise, I'm steering clear--he threw me into a bookcase."
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Kang leaned forward, resting his elbows on the edge of the bed and changing the subject, "But enough about that. I have a favor to ask of you, once you're released from here."
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He knew how to make saddles and things.
"Just figure out exactly what you want and send me the specifics on the comms."
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Hopeful grin.
"You said anything."
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