Lemm is still cracking up quietly into the counter for a bit, though the terribly, terribly violent assault of humour leaves him in reasonable waves.
The pat does call some sense back into him, and eventually he heaves a typically Lemm-style sigh into his hand, pinned against the counter as it is.
He tilts his head slightly as he raises back up into a sitting position, letting the Knight's paw fall away, and he sits there just meditating a bit. It's hard to recover after something like that.
He can't think of anything to say, so he just reaches out and pats the back of the Knight's hand in turn. It seems the two of them are a disaster. (His hand lingers there, however long before they move theirs.)
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The pat does call some sense back into him, and eventually he heaves a typically Lemm-style sigh into his hand, pinned against the counter as it is.
He tilts his head slightly as he raises back up into a sitting position, letting the Knight's paw fall away, and he sits there just meditating a bit. It's hard to recover after something like that.
He can't think of anything to say, so he just reaches out and pats the back of the Knight's hand in turn. It seems the two of them are a disaster. (His hand lingers there, however long before they move theirs.)