It isn't much longer before they get to Viktor's lab. He's awkwardly trying to find a way to reach into his pocket to fish for the key while also balancing Todoroki on his back, when he hears a clink and glances up to see Timcanpy hovering in front of him with the key already in his mouth. Aah, he should have expected it. Thanks, Tim.
Viktor isn't there, having already moved in with Palamedes -- something he's grateful for, something tells him that after his reaction to Allen getting minorly injured before that seeing the two of them like this might give the man a small heart attack -- so he toes the door shut behind them and leaves Tim to get the light. Gingerly, he eases Shouto onto the cot, hovering for a moment in some nervous concern to make sure he still seems alright, just asleep, and making sure he didn't have any serious wounds he'd missed before. That his temperature seems alright and there isn't the severe frost from before, though he'd also felt as much before.
But it seems okay. It seems like they'll be okay, something that lets him finally let out a breath it feels like he'd been holding since the fight started, and... honestly, he just wants to collapse. He was just running on fumes, adrenaline, and the determination born from not having any other choice to even get this far. He was still shot repeatedly, has the lingering effects of the virus even if he did purge the deadliness of it, and the fatigue of just the fight itself. Sigh... he's hungry.
Finding a blanket, he pulls it over the other boy, considers then his own coat for a moment... warm and like a blanket too, sure, but... ... he also got shot in it a bunch... and decides against it. So he just drops somewhat bonelessly against the wall by the head of the cot instead, with a faint oof, and curls up there with his back against it. Aaa, he should tend to his wounds, but he really is just so tired... a bit of a nap first sounds best. And besides, it wasn't like he'd just drop off Todoroki here and then leave... who does that.
Timcanpy crawls into his lap, perching on his thigh and looking expectantly up at him as Allen reflexively cups a hand around the golem and leans back, letting his eyes close. Tries to use his hood to pillow his head a little against the stone, but... that doesn't work great. ]
Hey, Tim... [ It's quiet, already sounding a little dreamy and disconnected. ]
Wake me up before Viktor gets here, okay...? Don't let me sleep too... long...
[ He's out, and Timcanpy just squares himself up and will also help watch over the two of them. It's a golem's duty as much as an omen's so he'll just sit quietly and record it all, keeping himself pressed up against Allen no matter how long he's asleep or wants to hold onto him.
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It isn't much longer before they get to Viktor's lab. He's awkwardly trying to find a way to reach into his pocket to fish for the key while also balancing Todoroki on his back, when he hears a clink and glances up to see Timcanpy hovering in front of him with the key already in his mouth. Aah, he should have expected it. Thanks, Tim.
Viktor isn't there, having already moved in with Palamedes -- something he's grateful for, something tells him that after his reaction to Allen getting minorly injured before that seeing the two of them like this might give the man a small heart attack -- so he toes the door shut behind them and leaves Tim to get the light. Gingerly, he eases Shouto onto the cot, hovering for a moment in some nervous concern to make sure he still seems alright, just asleep, and making sure he didn't have any serious wounds he'd missed before. That his temperature seems alright and there isn't the severe frost from before, though he'd also felt as much before.
But it seems okay. It seems like they'll be okay, something that lets him finally let out a breath it feels like he'd been holding since the fight started, and... honestly, he just wants to collapse. He was just running on fumes, adrenaline, and the determination born from not having any other choice to even get this far. He was still shot repeatedly, has the lingering effects of the virus even if he did purge the deadliness of it, and the fatigue of just the fight itself. Sigh... he's hungry.
Finding a blanket, he pulls it over the other boy, considers then his own coat for a moment... warm and like a blanket too, sure, but... ... he also got shot in it a bunch... and decides against it. So he just drops somewhat bonelessly against the wall by the head of the cot instead, with a faint oof, and curls up there with his back against it. Aaa, he should tend to his wounds, but he really is just so tired... a bit of a nap first sounds best. And besides, it wasn't like he'd just drop off Todoroki here and then leave... who does that.
Timcanpy crawls into his lap, perching on his thigh and looking expectantly up at him as Allen reflexively cups a hand around the golem and leans back, letting his eyes close. Tries to use his hood to pillow his head a little against the stone, but... that doesn't work great. ]
Hey, Tim... [ It's quiet, already sounding a little dreamy and disconnected. ]
Wake me up before Viktor gets here, okay...? Don't let me sleep too... long...
[ He's out, and Timcanpy just squares himself up and will also help watch over the two of them. It's a golem's duty as much as an omen's so he'll just sit quietly and record it all, keeping himself pressed up against Allen no matter how long he's asleep or wants to hold onto him.
No matter how long. ]