[ help. it's okay. he laughs a little, a tiny huff - mostly because he's used to thancred's sense of humor at this point, and the very slight eyeroll here is affectionate. like, okay. sure. make your jokes, silly man.
anyway. the second part is a little more sobering - lu bixing purses his lips together and glances away, past the living room and out in the direction of another room of the house. nothing here works, which is such a shame, because the medical capsule maybe two doors away could really do a lot for everyone in here. ]
...Not here. [ he says, eventually, brows pinched, and gives a shake of his head. ] But... when we get out of here, definitely. I can engineer something until we can get a bioreplacement. [ a lil two finger prosthetic. ] ...but without my tools here, nothing I make would be as functional.
[And he actually does hesitate here, because there's a way he naturally wants to phrase this question, but the problem is the way he'd default to phrasing it is exactly the thing that everybody always yells at him about — particularly Lu Bixing — and he's actually trying to have character development in the interim, so.]
Even if there were a way to...try. Some bargain to be struck. It still would do no good?
[It takes a fair amount of effort to tactfully detail the problem while avoiding making it sound like a sacrifice, particularly while his head is still aching, but it's not a half-bad attempt at it, really.]
...Stop trying to make blood sacrifices when science will do a perfectly acceptable job of fixing something with a little patience... [ if he had a nickel for every time this happened he'd have too many nickels.
he doesn't sound like. angry or anything, at least because well, he's trying, and bixing of all people respects improvement. a little softer:] I know what you're saying, though. I want it to be fixed, too, as soon as we can get it fixed.
[ like two fussy parents worrying over their kid's booboo actually ]
[Oh, wow, does he ever have a Reaction™ to the phrasing of "blood sacrifices", though. Like, actually jerking back a little bit on pure reflex, like he's just been slapped.
Fortunately, it's only a reflex, and he's able to settle back down again pretty quickly.]
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anyway. the second part is a little more sobering - lu bixing purses his lips together and glances away, past the living room and out in the direction of another room of the house. nothing here works, which is such a shame, because the medical capsule maybe two doors away could really do a lot for everyone in here. ]
...Not here. [ he says, eventually, brows pinched, and gives a shake of his head. ] But... when we get out of here, definitely. I can engineer something until we can get a bioreplacement. [ a lil two finger prosthetic. ] ...but without my tools here, nothing I make would be as functional.
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[And he actually does hesitate here, because there's a way he naturally wants to phrase this question, but the problem is the way he'd default to phrasing it is exactly the thing that everybody always yells at him about — particularly Lu Bixing — and he's actually trying to have character development in the interim, so.]
Even if there were a way to...try. Some bargain to be struck. It still would do no good?
[It takes a fair amount of effort to tactfully detail the problem while avoiding making it sound like a sacrifice, particularly while his head is still aching, but it's not a half-bad attempt at it, really.]
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tiredly: ]
...Stop trying to make blood sacrifices when science will do a perfectly acceptable job of fixing something with a little patience... [ if he had a nickel for every time this happened he'd have too many nickels.
he doesn't sound like. angry or anything, at least because well, he's trying, and bixing of all people respects improvement. a little softer:] I know what you're saying, though. I want it to be fixed, too, as soon as we can get it fixed.
[ like two fussy parents worrying over their kid's booboo actually ]
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Fortunately, it's only a reflex, and he's able to settle back down again pretty quickly.]
...All right. Patience, then.
[He looks away.]
Easier for us than for her, as solutions go.