[ He steps inside, lip curling briefly at the sight of the clutter. The cat is a welcome distraction, though, and as he sits down on the couch, he absent-mindedly holds a hand out in its direction.
His eyes stray back over to the attorney though — more specifically, to the sword at his side — and he tips his head to one side slightly at it. There was something— like something at the tip of his tongue, something just out of reach.
That train of thought is interrupted by another throbbing pain courtesy of his head, and the Disciple grimaces and pulls his hand away, bringing it back up to his forehead. ]
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His eyes stray back over to the attorney though — more specifically, to the sword at his side — and he tips his head to one side slightly at it. There was something— like something at the tip of his tongue, something just out of reach.
That train of thought is interrupted by another throbbing pain courtesy of his head, and the Disciple grimaces and pulls his hand away, bringing it back up to his forehead. ]