[ Since Matt doesn’t note it, Tezcatlipoca (incorrectly) thinks that he got off the hook for that little embarrassment. It’s a good thing too, because he’d be sure to stubbornly, adamantly deny it. Still, though. He gives a little grin at Matt’s machismo, even muttered, though it doesn’t last all that long when Matt offers his arm to him. ]
Woah there— You’re the one that needs me, punk.
[ In a way, Tezcatlipoca does take his arm. He dips low so that it’s set over his shoulders, and with a grunt of effort, he starts to step quickly to lead their retreat. He can bear some of Matt’s weight, and though his breath is heavier with exertion, he’s keeping the way it hurts to himself. ]
Yeah, home. You gotta rest up. I’ll be fine.
[ …He does need a medical professional, but. He doesn’t expect someone they find quick to be able to do much. He’s either going to go hit Silco up to see what kind of sketchy fucks he knows or take the quicker “reset” out, but that’s nothing Matt needs to worry about in his book.
It at least doesn’t take long for them to get out of the darker alleys and into some of the magically lit main streets. It’s at that point that Tezcatlipoca’s odd armor seems to turn to smoke, and it leaves behind the outfit that Matt is more used to seeing, sans sunglasses. Yet as odd as that transition is, it also feels like removing a weight from Matt himself. That drain on his magic is still there, but it’s significantly less. ]
C’mon. [ Tezcatlipoca adjusts Matt’s arm on his shoulders with a grunt now that there’s not the collar of the armor in the way. ] …Where’re you stayin’, anyways?
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Woah there— You’re the one that needs me, punk.
[ In a way, Tezcatlipoca does take his arm. He dips low so that it’s set over his shoulders, and with a grunt of effort, he starts to step quickly to lead their retreat. He can bear some of Matt’s weight, and though his breath is heavier with exertion, he’s keeping the way it hurts to himself. ]
Yeah, home. You gotta rest up. I’ll be fine.
[ …He does need a medical professional, but. He doesn’t expect someone they find quick to be able to do much. He’s either going to go hit Silco up to see what kind of sketchy fucks he knows or take the quicker “reset” out, but that’s nothing Matt needs to worry about in his book.
It at least doesn’t take long for them to get out of the darker alleys and into some of the magically lit main streets. It’s at that point that Tezcatlipoca’s odd armor seems to turn to smoke, and it leaves behind the outfit that Matt is more used to seeing, sans sunglasses. Yet as odd as that transition is, it also feels like removing a weight from Matt himself. That drain on his magic is still there, but it’s significantly less. ]
C’mon. [ Tezcatlipoca adjusts Matt’s arm on his shoulders with a grunt now that there’s not the collar of the armor in the way. ] …Where’re you stayin’, anyways?