[Good news is between the pain in his shoulder when Daken's claws slide out and having come like that after so long he's not sure he has any reason to move, even if defying Daken is always a barrel of fun. So he stays put, eyes closing again because his body is exhausted.
For a while he thought maybe Daken would want more from him, but he doesn't question it. Lester's fine worrying only about his shoulder and not his ability to walk straight.]
Fuck you, don't tell me what to do. [He mumbled to himself mostly, but still doesn't move.]
[God, what an obnoxious man. Daken rolls his eyes as he walks, almost reconsidering the goodwill he's about to bestow. Luckily for Lester, (not that lucky, it's not much,) he doesn't.]
[He washes his hands quickly and comes back after a couple of minutes with a washcloth he drops on Lester's face and a first aid kit that gets dumped carelessly on the floor next to him. Probably not enough to deal with those injuries, most hotels probably aren't expecting their guests to get cut up like this, but it'll tide him over until he can get somewhere that's not here.]
[In the meantime, Daken's gonna look for that bottle of liquor from earlier and take a seat on the couch.]
[Lester opens his eyes, his peace disturbed by the washcloth dumped on his face. He uses it to clean himself up, pulling his pants back up before he sits up to put antiseptic on his wound, groaning a little from the sting. He stays on the floor while Daken sits on the couch.]
[He hoists himself up once he's bandaged well enough to get dressed. Since some clothes aren't wearable he borrows some from the dead guy nearby and glances at Daken.]
[Daken just raises the bottle as a goodbye, he wasn't planning to see Lester out anyway. A good start to his stay in the city though, he might have to text again before he leaves.]
[It's not like Lester's expecting a kiss goodbye or anything, but the bottle raise makes him clench his jaw as he walks out. Even when he's not doing anything at all Daken gets under his skin. Before he finds something to throw at him he leaves the hotel room without another word.]
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For a while he thought maybe Daken would want more from him, but he doesn't question it. Lester's fine worrying only about his shoulder and not his ability to walk straight.]
Fuck you, don't tell me what to do. [He mumbled to himself mostly, but still doesn't move.]
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[He washes his hands quickly and comes back after a couple of minutes with a washcloth he drops on Lester's face and a first aid kit that gets dumped carelessly on the floor next to him. Probably not enough to deal with those injuries, most hotels probably aren't expecting their guests to get cut up like this, but it'll tide him over until he can get somewhere that's not here.]
[In the meantime, Daken's gonna look for that bottle of liquor from earlier and take a seat on the couch.]
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Thanks, I guess.
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[He's so kind and generous.]
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[He hoists himself up once he's bandaged well enough to get dressed. Since some clothes aren't wearable he borrows some from the dead guy nearby and glances at Daken.]
See you around, asshole. I'll let myself out.
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