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aefenglom2019-06-02 12:02 pm
sullenstallion) wrote in aefenglom2019-06-02 12:02 pm
♞ 1.
Name: dylas
Date: June 2nd
Format: voice
Hey.
[That’s it. One word. Dylas’ voice is low, like usual, but there’s something unsteady about it. Maybe it’s nerves from using the pocketwatch, a device he’s still not used to, or...well.]
I know people have been...changing. It’s, uh. Not great. But...do the changes hurt for anyone else? There’s this spot on... my friend’s arm that’s all grey, and it hasn’t stopped hurting ever since it showed up. Does anyone else have that?
I’m asking for my friend.
[He’s not asking for a friend.]
[OOC; Dylas is infected by the Cwyld after an encounter with some Shades. He’s been hiding it under his clothes, but now his arm is hurting real bad.]
Date: June 2nd
Format: voice
Hey.
[That’s it. One word. Dylas’ voice is low, like usual, but there’s something unsteady about it. Maybe it’s nerves from using the pocketwatch, a device he’s still not used to, or...well.]
I know people have been...changing. It’s, uh. Not great. But...do the changes hurt for anyone else? There’s this spot on... my friend’s arm that’s all grey, and it hasn’t stopped hurting ever since it showed up. Does anyone else have that?
I’m asking for my friend.
[He’s not asking for a friend.]
[OOC; Dylas is infected by the Cwyld after an encounter with some Shades. He’s been hiding it under his clothes, but now his arm is hurting real bad.]
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[Dylas rarely says anything insignificant, Konoe has found - but it's whatever. You can drag a horse to water, but you can't make it drink, etc. He's doing his best (or at least making an attempt) to understand Dylas, but that doesn't mean he can force the guy to spill his guts.
That's fine. It's Dylas' own dumb choice.]
I'm not short! This is a perfectly normal size for my species of cat!
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[He feels guilty, being defensive over a distraction he created himself, but Dylas is better at talking like this. Defensively. Bickering. It's easier to talk like this than it is to be honest about how scared he is about a lot of the things that are going to happen to him from here on out.]
Just the other day I asked you what you wanted for dinner, short stuff. The cats back home are at least this much taller than you, by the way.
[He holds his hand a good few inches above where Konoe's is. He's absolutely lying, and Konoe would know there are no cats like him where he's from.]
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[Is he going to respond to every little thing Dylas says, shooting them all down individually? You betcha. Grumpy cat is grumpy - and honestly, he'd rather keep himself busy defending himself from Dylas' stupid accusations than worrying about the man. Horse. Whatever.]
Since when did your world even have cats?! If they're that big, they're a different species anyway!!
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[This is really how it's going to be. It's probably not the healthiest way to get anything done, but at least he's doing something about his arm. He pauses long enough to put on his jacket. Like before, he winces just at the feel of clothing settling over the wound. Fuck this infection.]
Well...I'm not saying my world has cats. But if it did, they'd be taller than you.
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[It must work, this way of treating each other, because Konoe doesn't even feel his heart shatter when Dylas winces in pain anymore. So clearly this is a healthy, normal emotional relationship they have.]
Sure, everything is bigger where you're from. Especially the stupidity!
idk I guess we should handwave the rest, I don't want to thread out a Coven visit
[And off they go, bickering into the night?]