I waited a minute, watching as Sirius got the strength to struggle again, nearly standing up, before the weight of the other two dogs pressed him down again.
“Bitch- Rachel. I’m getting the impression you might be here a while, to keep an eye on Sirius, give him some attention after he’s back to normal so he knows everything’s okay?”
Makes sense.
“What about it?” Her voice was hard, and she didn’t look my way.
“Do you want me to pick up something for lunch, so you can stay here with him?”
“…Fine.”
And thus, Taylor ended up finding a non-degrading way to help.
“You know this area better than I do. Where-” I stopped. I needed to convey more self confidence than simply asking her for the info. She might even see it as begging. I told her, “Tell me where to go.”
Small changes can make a world of difference to how you come across.
I was crossing my fingers she wouldn’t go nuts over me giving her an order.
She was too preoccupied with watching Sirius to argue with me. “There’s a Greek food stand if you walk in the direction of the Boardwalk. You’ll smell it before you see it.”
Headcanon: Despite the Protectorate HQ providing excellent food (made by a parahumanly skilled chef or five, with tinkertech kitchen equipment), and there otherwise being plenty of good restaurants in Brockton Bay, Dauntless likes to go to this food stand in the Docks for lunch from time to time.
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