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[underwhelms]

Who: Jean-Jacques Leroy (underwhelms) & his entourage
What: Explosion and sickness stuff.
When: October.
Where: Olympia & Wyver
Warning(s): N/A

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[underwhelms]

Hey, I'm a man of my word.

[ Though he doesn't mind being off his feet, even if the nausea hasn't entirely subsided and being carried in Lukas' arms is a little awkward. JJ might not have the physique of a Baron-class fighter, but he's not a small person. In this moment however, he does kind of wish he was, at least then he could snuggle more comfortably.

His head falls forward to rest against Lukas' chest, as he surrenders the last of his energy to fatigue. He wouldn't mind sleeping like this. ]

And can you not say it like I wet my pants or something. That's not one of the symptoms.

[ Thankfully. ]

[excelled]

[ Doing one for the gays, I see.

Lukas remains excellently poised, relaxed, having adapted to holding someone in such a manner (both of equal and lesser stature than JJ) leaves him with little room of error or discomfort. He does walk with a little urgency, however, because the last thing he wants is for... the worse. Fortunately enough the other man didn't make it far and so he's not going to great lengths to return JJ to his place. ]

Please, JJ. I'm only saying it because I'm thinking of the obvious side effects.

[ Long... sigh. ]

Now please tell me your apartment number so we can get you home safely. Then we'll see about possibly getting you something light enough to eat... [ He's making a mental note. God I hate that he's the dad friend. ]

[underwhelms]

[ JJ has resigned himself to his fate by now, answering Lukas' question here in the brackets because I can't remember what his apartment number is. He also shows no sign of attempting another escape, though he is trying to find ways to keep himself amused to prevent himself from dozing off. There's not much to do however, as he fiddles with his clothing, wriggles his feet, and eventually drums his fingers on Lukas' chest, tapping out a senseless rhythm. ]

You worry too much, you know? You need to relax. [ Says the current source of Lukas' troubles. ] I would've been all right; a flu's not going to kill me.

[ Assuming it's just a flu, but the point is to keep Lukas lighthearted, so he's not very well going to dwell on the more sinister implications of the terrorist attack.

Even though it hangs in the air between them for a second as his mind wanders in that direction for a second before he can snap himself back. ]

Tell me, what do you like to do for fun?

[excelled]

[ Perhaps if the scenario were different he'd describe each little action JJ makes as cute, but that's the least thing on his mind. Currently occupied with returning the man home and getting him to rest, he honestly never asked for this babysitting job but he's going to accept it anyway. ]

Putting thought into our situation it's to be expected that I'd be a tad worried.

[ And then there's a shift in their conversation. One that he responds with a raised brow and quirk of his lip that struggles between shifting into a frown or a casual smile. Instead it presses into a line, poised and composed, as he hums lightly. ]

You could say that I enjoy reading. I can always get lost in a good page-turner, I would say that my favorite subjects though are that of the scholarly kind.

[underwhelms]

[ JJ grins at that, looking quite pleased with himself—as though he'd done anything of merit. ]

I knew you'd have some nerdy hobbies. [ Which is... rude, but his tone isn't particularly mean spirited. ] I had to read a lot for university too, some of the books were so boring, but I always forced myself to pay attention and take notes. If you're going to do something, might as well be the best you can be at it, right? There's a lot I like reading about too, I mean...

[ And he's going to keep rambling like that, going over his various hobbies and the subjects he used to study back on Earth. It's possible he could've talked about himself for the entire walk home if not for the cough that eventually cuts him up, his body jerking away from Lukas to keep from coughing on him because that's gross. ]