Going a bit nutty, RP with Kwan

[lit_master]

He knew he was overcompensating. He knew this wasn't healthy. But with Vlad gone and Kwan depressed and himself depressed Lyonell had to do something. And he wasn't going to risk transforming again until the tiny animal voices in the back of his mind shut up and stopped trying to supply him with instincts

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[jockofalltrades]

Kwan put down his book, frowning at the door to his room. What exactly was Lancer doing out there? He had heard movement all day long but hadn't bothered to check on it until now. Getting up, he crossed the room and yanked the door open. "What are you doing?" he asked, lifting a brow as he stared at Lancer.

[lit_master]

Lyonell was mid-kneel, laying track heading right into Kwan's room when the door opened. He looked like a giant 5 year old in his conductor's overalls, scarf, and hat. "Umm... nothing?" he answered, pulling the same 5 year old's attempt at innocence.

[jockofalltrades]

Kwan stared at Lancer than past the man at the tracks set up through the hallway leading to his room. "Sir, are you okay?" he asked in concern as he crouched down before Lancer.

[lit_master]

"Sure, sure, I'll be fine," Lyonell said as a brush-off. "Just let me get this track laid. Can I have your room?" He finished lining up the track he was laying and hooked it up to the rest of the line before grabbing another piece of track and beginning to lay it into Kwan's room as though he'd already given permission.