[ there’s a little proud trill of feeling. He IS gonna go far! He loves going far!!! And just sill the general pleasant surprise of someone who’s spent their life somewhere grass-deprived. ]
Glad to hear it. Will you play with me then, Ser Bluebell?
[ can he see scarring? Because if so, he is going to be gripped by the profound beauty of the mortal form, sorry about that. Otherwise he’s just very touched. ]
[ he’s being good! He’s being polite! If he’s writing poetry, you can’t actually hear the words and now the coat is on and covering both dick AND ass so let’s move on! ]
Think I might be able to do you one better.
[ goes to rifle through his own discarded clothes, produces a bottle full of gently glowing amber liquid ]
[that's just a pile of grief and worry waiting to explode]
I'm worried about Lily, I'm worried about my family back home, I'm worried about all of the teenagers here who are never going to get therapy, I'm worried about Charon, I'm worried about you...
[ If he were like a hundred years younger and not related to the biggest genocidal pissbaby ever he would perhaps take Angie more seriously, but he, just, ]
Ah, so you agree. You don't really wanna do what you were made for after all.
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