[Not quite. Fynn is actually sick but he doesn't want to admit it. Too prideful or dumb, whichever.]
Everyday is a difficult day but it makes no sense to complain. I'm fine, Ardyn.
[He flops down on the chair beside Ardyn with a grateful sigh. His poor feet are killing him. Every ache and pain he tried to ease away this morning with a hot shower came back with vengeance. That explains why Fynn looks so downright miserable right now, his bones ache.]
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[Not quite. Fynn is actually sick but he doesn't want to admit it. Too prideful or dumb, whichever.]
Everyday is a difficult day but it makes no sense to complain. I'm fine, Ardyn.
[He flops down on the chair beside Ardyn with a grateful sigh. His poor feet are killing him. Every ache and pain he tried to ease away this morning with a hot shower came back with vengeance. That explains why Fynn looks so downright miserable right now, his bones ache.]
Besides, this sounds...urgent.