Just flopping himself onto one of the couches in the common area, putting his feet over the arm of it and getting comfy. Caleb can do whatever he likes with the books, this was the deal.]
[He'd seemed all relaxed until, of all people, Caleb starts asking about feelings? It's an uncomfortable thing. He knows he's probably just being polite, but something about it sits like a rock in his stomach.]
Ehm. [He waffles, scratching at his chest.] Fine, I guess. Sure, the sudden displacement thing is unsettling, but what can you do about it? Not like I'm alone here at least.
[He pulls the shirt and coat to the side a little, so he can see it. Since it's not too far off the center of his chest. It's still pretty gnarly, but scabbed over. Around the right size for a glaive blade, but twisted.]
It really isn't that bad. Think I got worse in the Victory Pit the other week.
You know, that fight with Lorenzo was pretty bad, but some of what came after was even worse. Not - not something to worry about, with our three missing friends, exactly. But it was hard. We saw some terrible things, and more than that, we had to sit with that feeling for a while that maybe we lost part of our group, and that feeling is going to shift your priorities for a while.
If Beauregard and I seem a little off to you, I hadn't considered it, but maybe some of what happened after that fight changed things a little. And you don't remember it, so it's strange to you?
[. . .] Well, for me, the only difference is they make me take baths now and I grew my beard back. But Beauregard, maybe neither you or I noticed, but ever since we lost those three she's been trying a lot. If you don't give her a hard time for it every time, I think you'll find it's a good change.
[ His eyes flicker back and forth a bit, still smiling easily and posture relaxed, but a hand stiffens on the arm of the chair. His tail swings a bit more. Trying to divine a fortune out of all of what he's just heard there. He doesn't like most of it.]
Yeah, I ... no, I can see that. [...] You keep saying-- [His mouth slams shut. No. Nevermind. His volition fails, falters in its step before he can form the question entirely.] S'the longest I've ever heard you speak, I think.
. . . But now I'm giving you a hard time too, yeah?
[He huffs a little and shifts in his seat, tail coming up to curl around himself, adjusting again so his shirt covers the wound, kind of turning so he can look out the window instead.]
Alright, I won't-- I'll try not to be an asshole so much to you two. Don't want to do that anyway. Just this is the sort of place I'd be very insistent on leaving quickly and all. Funny looks everywhere. Know we can't do anything about that now.
I haven't felt that you've been an asshole to me. We have just been talking past one another a little, perhaps? Maybe I'm different in some ways, too, but different can be good.
[It's more that he wants him to lay off Beau a little, because it's a little messier for her.]
Ja, I want to get out of here as well. Though I have dealt with a little less unwarranted rudeness.
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Just flopping himself onto one of the couches in the common area, putting his feet over the arm of it and getting comfy. Caleb can do whatever he likes with the books, this was the deal.]
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Good to go.
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[Gesturing around? There's chairs and couches. Also plants?]
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[Fine, he'll sit down.]
. . . How are you doing with everything, Mollymauk?
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[He'd seemed all relaxed until, of all people, Caleb starts asking about feelings? It's an uncomfortable thing. He knows he's probably just being polite, but something about it sits like a rock in his stomach.]
Ehm. [He waffles, scratching at his chest.] Fine, I guess. Sure, the sudden displacement thing is unsettling, but what can you do about it? Not like I'm alone here at least.
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No. But, um, maybe your injuries are still troubling you? Or maybe it's odd with Beauregard and I remembering a little longer?
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[He pulls the shirt and coat to the side a little, so he can see it. Since it's not too far off the center of his chest. It's still pretty gnarly, but scabbed over. Around the right size for a glaive blade, but twisted.]
It really isn't that bad. Think I got worse in the Victory Pit the other week.
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[But he doesn't seem that irritated, just. Fed up.]
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[Scrubbing at his face with a hand for a second.]
Sorry.
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[Looking at him with a little bit of quiet concern, though.]
I'm the one making you uncomfortable.
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[He's clearly a little uncomfortable.]
Just, ah ... You've grown a beard. That's all.
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[He gets that the issue isn't whether he likes it.]
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There's a guy who sleeps here who's got a big greatsword if you need a hand with it.
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[He pauses for a long second, like he's trying to form words on something a little more serious.]
Um. . . Mollymauk, there is something -
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You know, that fight with Lorenzo was pretty bad, but some of what came after was even worse. Not - not something to worry about, with our three missing friends, exactly. But it was hard. We saw some terrible things, and more than that, we had to sit with that feeling for a while that maybe we lost part of our group, and that feeling is going to shift your priorities for a while.
If Beauregard and I seem a little off to you, I hadn't considered it, but maybe some of what happened after that fight changed things a little. And you don't remember it, so it's strange to you?
[. . .] Well, for me, the only difference is they make me take baths now and I grew my beard back. But Beauregard, maybe neither you or I noticed, but ever since we lost those three she's been trying a lot. If you don't give her a hard time for it every time, I think you'll find it's a good change.
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Yeah, I ... no, I can see that. [...] You keep saying-- [His mouth slams shut. No. Nevermind. His volition fails, falters in its step before he can form the question entirely.] S'the longest I've ever heard you speak, I think.
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[He huffs a little and shifts in his seat, tail coming up to curl around himself, adjusting again so his shirt covers the wound, kind of turning so he can look out the window instead.]
Alright, I won't-- I'll try not to be an asshole so much to you two. Don't want to do that anyway. Just this is the sort of place I'd be very insistent on leaving quickly and all. Funny looks everywhere. Know we can't do anything about that now.
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[It's more that he wants him to lay off Beau a little, because it's a little messier for her.]
Ja, I want to get out of here as well. Though I have dealt with a little less unwarranted rudeness.
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[He gets the picture. It's hard not to. Both of them sitting across the table from him.]
I wouldn't say that. Lizard Men trying to eat your head off and all.
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