day 2 (evening)

[puffing]

[ it's been a long day. even with Bigby's and Luke's involvement in the trial being... scripted, to say the least, he hadn't anticipated things developing the way they did. it still hurts to walk and he will probably not have an appetite for the next day or so. he had gone back to his apartment and sat around for a while, waiting for the others to inevitably pass out. turns out that he was the first one to arrive at the scientists' meeting place, and you best believe the first thing he did was pull out a trusty cigarette to try and ease the discomfort.

he sat around for a while, realizing he was a bit too early. a part of him considered trying to ease some sleep in, but that was disregarded when Luke seems to have gotten the same idea. one good look at the kid and his nose when he walked in, regardless of how much it's healed by now, has him already wincing. there is maybe the slightest bit of a smirk hidden in there somewhere. ]

Makes sense we got here first, I guess. Can lick our wounds for a bit before the rest of them start giving us shit.

Comments

[chiseler]

Way too much effort. [He knows that was a jab at Diva, but Luke also can't help but throw in his own remarks. He brings a hand up to rub at his eyes, trying to force himself to pay attention. Ever since the trial ended he's found himself draining energy to stay awake. That's troublesome.]

My shoes are supposed to help me fly. [Plain and simple. There's absolutely no hint of irony in his statement, it just...is.] You say a word to activate the wings and they allow you to fly. It isn't working here though.

If your job before we got here was to intimidate people I think you're doing okay. But next time you can help them back and I'll take the front. I think I can dodge faster than you.