As soon as Cornifer is gone and there's no one around to witness, Lemm rises from his seat. He should go. No, he'd - he'd hate that, unexpected visitors when he was feeling off. Is it different when someone is hurt? How badly? Is anyone in Dirtmouth any good with medicine? How upset are they, to write all disjointed like that?
- He thought he made up his mind not to go, he scolds himself as he tucks the key behind the sign. Lemm will be of no use and in this state he'll snap at someone. Maybe he'll - just walk the other way. Around the City.
Walk he does, at the same pace as someone absolutely on a mission, stopping abruptly at the ends of streets and picking directions randomly and horns-first. He thinks it's random, but he keeps ending up at elevators. Once he catches himself striding meaningfully past the Spire in the direction of King's Station and has to swing himself back around the other way, muttering colourful curses learned from journals.
He could check the Colosseum. He knows more or less where it is from the things he's heard, has heard the distant sound of drums and crowd-roar at least once when he strayed that way before. That way he'd have something to report to the Knight... Idiotic, no, it's too far and he'd be torn apart and anyway what if they came looking and he wasn't home?
...In his haste, did he leave a note? Lemm doubles back to the shop.
He ends up standing outside the door, dripping wet with city rain, horns clunked against the sign and arms hanging limply at his sides, deliberating silently to himself for a long time. Eventually he unlocks and goes in. Useless to go. Useless to sit in his shop or wander around tidying. Either way.
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Date: 2022-12-23 07:09 am (UTC)- He thought he made up his mind not to go, he scolds himself as he tucks the key behind the sign. Lemm will be of no use and in this state he'll snap at someone. Maybe he'll - just walk the other way. Around the City.
Walk he does, at the same pace as someone absolutely on a mission, stopping abruptly at the ends of streets and picking directions randomly and horns-first. He thinks it's random, but he keeps ending up at elevators. Once he catches himself striding meaningfully past the Spire in the direction of King's Station and has to swing himself back around the other way, muttering colourful curses learned from journals.
He could check the Colosseum. He knows more or less where it is from the things he's heard, has heard the distant sound of drums and crowd-roar at least once when he strayed that way before. That way he'd have something to report to the Knight... Idiotic, no, it's too far and he'd be torn apart and anyway what if they came looking and he wasn't home?
...In his haste, did he leave a note? Lemm doubles back to the shop.
He ends up standing outside the door, dripping wet with city rain, horns clunked against the sign and arms hanging limply at his sides, deliberating silently to himself for a long time. Eventually he unlocks and goes in. Useless to go. Useless to sit in his shop or wander around tidying. Either way.