(LIBERNA)
Lynx Midi immediately stepped aside. Dexter and Wren walked into Jardin’s room, Dexter still holding on to Wren’s hand and dragging him along with single-minded determination. Page paused before going in, actually throwing a glance at the man at the end of the hall who spoke. She saw two men. Tiger Faikes and one other. A dark haired man with his uniform unzipped to his navel and a Panther’s badge around his neck.
The two talked in hushed tones as they slowly made their way down the hall. The look Page was giving them must have appeared judgemental because when Tiger Faikes caught her looking he reached over and zipped the Panther’s uniform back up. Hastily looking away, Page stepped into Jardin’s room.
*
“Syms... don’t you wanna talk to the survivor on his own?” Aedan leaned in as close as he dared to whisper to Symeon.
Symeon took a step forward, leading Aedan into a walk towards the room, “his friends seem quite worried and the poor boy just lost his parents. Besides, we might learn something from observing them.”
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Symeon glanced up to see both Cat Chayse and Lynx Midi staring at them strangely, so he reached over and zipped up Aedan’s uniform. Aedan hissed sharply when some hair or skin was caught in the zipper. “How many times do I have to tell you to wear your uniform right, at least around impressionable underlings,” he admonished, picking up the pace.
“Never going to happen, babe.” Aedan muttered, too quiet for even Symeon to hear as he unzipped his uniform again.
*
Damian resolved to study Spanish harder whenever he returned home. Cause there was not only the somewhat violent, red-headed man to try and talk to but a gorgeous black-haired woman wearing nothing but lingerie as well.
Mostly the man and woman spoke to each other in their own language but when they spoke to him it was in Spanish. The woman wasn’t as good as the man at Spanish, muttering only one or two word orders to Damian while she stripped him and cleaned and dressed his wound.
The man stripped the bloodied sheets off the bed and took the upper half of Damian’s clothes, presumably to wash. Damian fell silent, watching the girl work on his shoulder warily. Her face remained impassive and calm even when blood got on her sheer white clothes.
As the man and woman continued to not hurt him despite all opportunities to do so, the adrenaline fueling Damian faded and with the woman’s cold, pale fingers on his shoulder, he passed out.