[closed] don't call him dr. L

[torpour]

Who: Nehan and his students.
What: It's about time to start being a teacher, which means meeting up with them one by one and conducting their first lessons-- sparring for some, medic training for others. May not be completely nice and productive, due to blood type shenanigans. Thanks, December.
When: Early to mid-December.
Where: Nehan's house for medical studies, and some fields away from people for combat training.

Content Warnings: Physical violence, little bit of beasthood, potential potty mouths, potential squicky conversations, Nehan's personal issues with his disabilities. More TBA when they come up.

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Comments

[unmelting]

[He waves a hand at him.]

Healing is all well and good. I assume you can still feel pain in the meantime.

[Fear maybe not but still. Kaeya has no qualms about causing pain when it's due or when it furthers some worthy goal, but Nehan is helping him.]

[torpour]

I don't. [again, a simple response. then again, not many know that nehan cant feel anything in his left side, but he assumes that if kaeya is smart, he'll figure it out, just like diluc.] Perhaps sometimes, on a good day, but otherwise, no.

[then he strikes out again, this time with his right hand-- and its movement is much faster than anything his left can achieve at any time.]

[unmelting]

[Well that's an interesting answer. Kaeya will certainly file that away.]

I see.

[Kaeya is on guard for the next attack -- after Nehan's first unexpected strike. He's usually at least good enough to learn a lesson in one, despite his deliberately laidback seeming nature.

So he's quick to turn to block, bringing a forearm up to fend off that hand, his other hand moving to deliver a blow of his own, back in motion now, the impromptu break over.]

[torpour]

[nehan spots both the block and the counter coming, and takes a step back to dodge, a familiar dance he's done time and time again-- more often now, here in trench. when kaeya's fist barely passes him by, the erune surges forward again, pushing himself bodily forward to beat kaeya around the face.

with a good deal of magical force behind his blow. he definitely wants to do that, so he and diluc can match, and maybe those two idiot humans can try to workshop ways of beating their ornery teacher.]