Then they can do their job on someone willing, and you can get the hell out of my way if you don't want me in here. [ Because a medical lab is about the worst place Andyr could've been dragged. It's a miracle he hasn't started lashing out just on nerves alone, but the fact he's still trying to figure out where the hell this is and the best way to get out of it besides just running had him rigid still, like a tripwire. But the fact is, he was told he's not allowed to leave until he gets his physical. Just the word 'physical' would've had him snapping necks, back home. So let him leave, and we'll have no problems. Not that he actually expects to be allowed it. There hasn't been a single time "No" has meant anything to doctors, for him. ] Get a better fucking job and maybe people won't be so keen on threatening you.
[ because 'lab tech', to Andyr, means 'torturer', and everything he'd been told over his lifetime about the medical community just being here to help has meant "at the expense of the freak we farm the health from". Andyr being one of those freaks. He's been on lab tables like these. Had his chest cavity split open, had metal ports drilled into his spine and nervous system over the course of weeks, with no anesthesia for the sake of keeping the integrity of the operation. He looks at anyone with a lab coat and sees something completely inhuman, these days.
The cat thing is glanced down at, and utterly ignored afterwards, as Andyr's shoulders hunch some, like bracing for Adrien following up on exactly what he says, the chains dangling from the thick cuffs still attached to his wrists being wrapped over his hands, over his knuckles. ]
If you're thinking breaking my arms is enough to stop me from killing you, you wouldn't last a fucking week at Hapsburg. [ He's literally bitten lethal chunks from peoples' throats before, enough that Alvary decided a reinforcement grafted to his jaw was a good idea.
No one's explained to him what this is, or where this is, and there's a very slim chance Andyr would believe it either way. It's too much like the Houses, which are all he's since the end of his childhood, and given the timing, it's too convenient. ]
8DDDD HELLO MY BABY also fffff adrien no its such a bad idea ;;;;;;
[ because 'lab tech', to Andyr, means 'torturer', and everything he'd been told over his lifetime about the medical community just being here to help has meant "at the expense of the freak we farm the health from". Andyr being one of those freaks. He's been on lab tables like these. Had his chest cavity split open, had metal ports drilled into his spine and nervous system over the course of weeks, with no anesthesia for the sake of keeping the integrity of the operation. He looks at anyone with a lab coat and sees something completely inhuman, these days.
The cat thing is glanced down at, and utterly ignored afterwards, as Andyr's shoulders hunch some, like bracing for Adrien following up on exactly what he says, the chains dangling from the thick cuffs still attached to his wrists being wrapped over his hands, over his knuckles. ]
If you're thinking breaking my arms is enough to stop me from killing you, you wouldn't last a fucking week at Hapsburg. [ He's literally bitten lethal chunks from peoples' throats before, enough that Alvary decided a reinforcement grafted to his jaw was a good idea.
No one's explained to him what this is, or where this is, and there's a very slim chance Andyr would believe it either way. It's too much like the Houses, which are all he's since the end of his childhood, and given the timing, it's too convenient. ]