The playfulness alleviates some of the tension that had knotted in Fae's shoulders. Though he certainly has intentions to hold Keelan to his word later, he's glad their focus has shifted to the matter at hand.
A plan.
"Somethin' like that." Fae snorts, lets his gaze linger on Keelan as the man starts gathering various oils and ornaments from around the room. Again he's taken by how sure the other is, he feels a light flush color his cheeks at the thought that he could have inspired that and rubs the back of his hand against his cheek as if to wipe it away. "Call it more of a gamble than a plan," he says, going for his clothes. His shirt is a lost cause since it was thoroughly ripped, but he does tie his pants after a quick wash at the basin."I'm pretty confident about my odds against those meatheads if I've got an advantage, though."
He gave them enough trouble earlier, to the point they had to restrain him. If he has surprise on his side, he's sure can take one down and at least cripple the other. They're strong, but the brief confrontation they had was enough for him to deduce that they lack skill in a fight - they focus too much on overpowering, hence why they're not separated.
"You a good liar?" Fae asks but his attention is on the various "training" tools littering the walls of the room. "I need you to draw them in here," his fingers are tracing over flogs and leather straps until eventually settling on a decently thick chain, which he plucks off the wall, "make em' think I'm dead weight they gotta drag out." He tests the weight of the chain, the length of it, before seeming to decide it'll do and unclips the collar it's attached it, tossing it aside. His preferred weapon is a dagger or two, but he can work with this. "They might get suspicious - there wasn't a lot of noise going on in here." Turning his attention back to Keelan, Fae approaches him while wrapping the chain around his fist, realizes vaguely he has to tip his head up because the other has a couple of inches on him. "Not the kind they wanted to hear anyway." He chuckles, eyes flicking between Keelan and the bundle he's managed to procure for them. Despite his issues with touching, Fae brings his free hand up to curl his fingers behind Keelan's neck, forcing his head down a bit so their eyes meet. "Just get them close," Fae tells him, his brow furrowed and eyes determined, as if trying to express a silent promise to Keelan: I won't fail you. "Leave the rest to me."
His hand slips away as he leaves, moves closer to the door and turns his back on it before kneeling on the carpet. He makes to lie on his side, so his front will be hidden from view when the two enter, but before he's positioned he looks to Keelan and mouths, "Ready?"
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The playfulness alleviates some of the tension that had knotted in Fae's shoulders. Though he certainly has intentions to hold Keelan to his word later, he's glad their focus has shifted to the matter at hand.
A plan.
"Somethin' like that." Fae snorts, lets his gaze linger on Keelan as the man starts gathering various oils and ornaments from around the room. Again he's taken by how sure the other is, he feels a light flush color his cheeks at the thought that he could have inspired that and rubs the back of his hand against his cheek as if to wipe it away. "Call it more of a gamble than a plan," he says, going for his clothes. His shirt is a lost cause since it was thoroughly ripped, but he does tie his pants after a quick wash at the basin."I'm pretty confident about my odds against those meatheads if I've got an advantage, though."
He gave them enough trouble earlier, to the point they had to restrain him. If he has surprise on his side, he's sure can take one down and at least cripple the other. They're strong, but the brief confrontation they had was enough for him to deduce that they lack skill in a fight - they focus too much on overpowering, hence why they're not separated.
"You a good liar?" Fae asks but his attention is on the various "training" tools littering the walls of the room. "I need you to draw them in here," his fingers are tracing over flogs and leather straps until eventually settling on a decently thick chain, which he plucks off the wall, "make em' think I'm dead weight they gotta drag out." He tests the weight of the chain, the length of it, before seeming to decide it'll do and unclips the collar it's attached it, tossing it aside. His preferred weapon is a dagger or two, but he can work with this. "They might get suspicious - there wasn't a lot of noise going on in here." Turning his attention back to Keelan, Fae approaches him while wrapping the chain around his fist, realizes vaguely he has to tip his head up because the other has a couple of inches on him. "Not the kind they wanted to hear anyway." He chuckles, eyes flicking between Keelan and the bundle he's managed to procure for them. Despite his issues with touching, Fae brings his free hand up to curl his fingers behind Keelan's neck, forcing his head down a bit so their eyes meet. "Just get them close," Fae tells him, his brow furrowed and eyes determined, as if trying to express a silent promise to Keelan: I won't fail you. "Leave the rest to me."
His hand slips away as he leaves, moves closer to the door and turns his back on it before kneeling on the carpet. He makes to lie on his side, so his front will be hidden from view when the two enter, but before he's positioned he looks to Keelan and mouths, "Ready?"