ㅤ With all of the work he has to do? Rest? Don’t be absurd- ㅤ

ㅤ Has he ever had to tend to wounded, harvest organs from the deceased and prepare their bodies for resurrection? No? Then he has no idea the work it takes to keep the Charadrius running. ㅤ

ㅤ Good. He’d do it again. ㅤ

ㅤ He’d have to care about it being lonely for it to matter. ㅤ

ㅤ He almost seemed to choke for a moment, coughing softly before grabbing a cloth off of what could only be described as a surgical table. "Is that what ya' came down 'ere for, and you wait to tell me until 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉' 𝙉𝙊𝙒?!" ㅤ

ㅤ ♕ // 𝕷ouis 𝕲uiabern. ㅤ

⠀ ⠀ ᐟᐟ ♕ 𝘾𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙪𝙢 𝙕𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙖 ˚˖

⠀ ⠀ ᐟᐟ ♕ 𝘾𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙪𝙢 𝙕𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙖 ˚˖

ㅤ ♕ // 𝕷ouis 𝕲uiabern. ㅤ

ㅤ ♕ // 𝕷ouis 𝕲uiabern. ㅤ

ㅤ Hair pulled back into a high ponytail, glasses pushed up the bridge of his nose by bloody fingers, a scalpel held carefully in the other hand, equally as stained. A corpse lay on the table, chest and stomach open, organs removed with a surgeons precision. ㅤ

ㅤ he bowed his head rather quickly at the remark of ‘leave’ turning on his heel to make his exit, not the type to overstay when told to go. At least not when it came to Louis. ㅤ

|| adding a tally to the ‘another day Zorba hasn’t taken his meds’ total. He needs to be medicated-

ㅤ He practically froze mid step, exhaling softly as he turned around to face him once more. "Yes, lord Louis?" He faced him fully, clasping his hands in front of himself. ㅤ

ㅤ He swallowed the lump in his throat, making the small trip back across the room towards him. "Is something the matter ma' lord I will see it sorted, you need only ask-" ㅤ

ㅤ 𝙈𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙀𝙍! ㅤ

ㅤ ♕ // 𝕷ouis 𝕲uiabern. ㅤ

ㅤ "Of course sire—" He bowed his head briefly in submission before turning and making his way towards the door once more, his steps must faster this time around. ㅤ