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 Posted: Sat Dec 07, 2013 6:25 pm
Was... was she....
He leaned in, and sure enough, Freya had just gone and fallen asleep. Well.. okay. Mot heaved a sigh and dismissed his weapon. He supposed the only thing left to do was get her to a Nurse, or back to her room.
Ah... but those wings.. they probably weighted as much as another whole Freya.
Mot grimaced, fretting as he drummed his fingers on his bottom lip. His gentlemen's code did not allow him to just leave a lady asleep on a gym floor. It would not come to pass as such.
So Mot lifted the ghoul into his arms bridal style, and tried his best not to drop her.
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Posted: Sat Dec 07, 2013 6:28 pm
Freya was out like a light, and when he picked her up, her body flopped in fairly uncomplementary ways until her weight was fully against him. Her door was open - and the room itself looked almost un-used - when her returned her to it. She did not wake up for a second, as sleeping was the best way to heal up after a spar, and she had a lot of healing to do.
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