"Okay, okay," he says. "I won't do it again, Your Highness." There's a sarcastic note to his voice, but he's being serious. "I promise." It's strange. Lalo hates to lose, and he hates to feel like he's at anyone's mercy. But this is different. The stakes are low. He's safe. It's... fun?
For a second, he just grins stupidly up at her, and then Tio Hector's mute, saddened face flashes briefly in front of his mind's eye, as he sits hunched over and stunted in his pathetic little wheelchair. Startled by the image but not by the pang of deep grief and guilt it induces, he sits up abruptly, hoping to jostle her off, needing more distraction.
"Alright! Now go sit. So I can cook for you! It's so good, you're gonna faint. Believe it!"
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"Okay, okay," he says. "I won't do it again, Your Highness." There's a sarcastic note to his voice, but he's being serious. "I promise." It's strange. Lalo hates to lose, and he hates to feel like he's at anyone's mercy. But this is different. The stakes are low. He's safe. It's... fun?
For a second, he just grins stupidly up at her, and then Tio Hector's mute, saddened face flashes briefly in front of his mind's eye, as he sits hunched over and stunted in his pathetic little wheelchair. Startled by the image but not by the pang of deep grief and guilt it induces, he sits up abruptly, hoping to jostle her off, needing more distraction.
"Alright! Now go sit. So I can cook for you! It's so good, you're gonna faint. Believe it!"