I expected Dimitri to be the problem in there. He wasn't. They offered Byleth the chance to save her father, and she wouldn't hear of whether we should try to find another way. I only. . . agreed to participate because I didn't feel I could take that away from her, but. . .
Dimitri attacked her because she wouldn't stop when we were all trying to stop.
. . . It didn't really, though. Couldn't. I trust you and Beauregard. No matter what she said to me, I knew Beauregard would not do that. She would argue with me, and make me angry, but she would never throw the things she knows about me in my face or call me by any other name than this one.
It wasn't either of you who got me riled up. It is when they brought my old teacher into it. And then later my mother.
[Well he doesn't know anything about any teacher, but he knows about his mother now, so, just a flash of concern. But he's trying not to be too overbearing about it.]
Sakyou spent a long time warning me about all the ways they tried to worm into his head, saying ... y'know, if you know what's coming, it'll help and such. But the more I hear these stories, just feels like it learns how better to get under your skin.
I'm telling you. If it happens to you, just. . . go along with it, pretend you are upset. Get angry. Don't be stubborn like me and try to prove you're too smart to be hurt by it, or it will only try harder.
Lucky for me that I'm not very smart in the first place. [An attempt at a joke.] And probably even less than I was to begin with because of all the hits to the head lately.
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You are. Don't sell yourself short. You were the star of bears class.
[I mean. He has the same brain as Lucien who isn't that smart but he's got his way. Molly's brain is just occupied by wanting to get laid and looking hot in nice coats. And also, being pretty talented at reading and understanding people.]
. . . I am sorry about that. I do not want to see your skull bashed in. Though. . . if a wizard can knock you out with a melee attack, that may be partially on you. [What kind of apology is this.]
I was also pretty good at the Loving Yourself class ...
[It takes a lot of RAM to be sitting around that horny all the time, the brainmeat just overheats like a computer in a PNW heatwave sometimes. Huffing a laugh, twisting to shoot him a look. But it's mostly amused, disgustingly enough.]
I'm allowed a little bit of whinging, you ruined my moment by disappearing and then showing up looking like that and sending me scrambling all over campus. Did you know I only had to turn the coupon in on my phone? I just ran somewhere for no fucking reason.
Anyway, my point is, you stole my moment, so I got a raincheck to complain about it now. It hurt. I froze the coffee table. Lucretia thinks I'm made of fine bone china and is leaving snacks around for me like a street dog she accidentally kicked and is trying to coax out again.
Alright, alright. It's fine. I'm done complaining now. Not sure there was a better solution anyway. At least it was out of ... altruism instead of being pissed at me.
Well, according to Beauregard, Viola said something about using a doll and framing someone for her murder. So knowing that, I feel a bit silly. Could have knocked out a doll, maybe.
I'm going to knock you stone cold if you don't watch it.
[Now this is just whining. Anyway, touch week, so he just settles down in his seat some, leaning over to plonk his head, horns and all, against Caleb's shoulder. Tail thwapping the seat because he's playing up being irritated about any of this.]
Fuck! Oh that's-- That's good. The right amount of insensitive and hilarious. Should do it tomorrow, during the inevitably sad execution of a teenager. That will win you a lot of friends, I think.
Ja, I don't think so! I'm thinking Tuesday. Also, if I literally turn into the bear, people may try to fight me, and that doesn't work so well. If I lose my concentration the spell ends.
[Sorry just. This started so serious but now he's giggle-snorting about the idea of people just coming up to Bearleb and trying to fight him.]
We'll hang a sign around your neck.
[Oh, he pops up a bit, sitting up.]
Speaking of bullshit you got me into, Claude figured out I'm part of the underthings heist. So fuck you for that too! I'm not a rat though, so I suppose you're still safe.
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[How to put this.]
I expected Dimitri to be the problem in there. He wasn't. They offered Byleth the chance to save her father, and she wouldn't hear of whether we should try to find another way. I only. . . agreed to participate because I didn't feel I could take that away from her, but. . .
Dimitri attacked her because she wouldn't stop when we were all trying to stop.
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So ... not easily dissuaded from turning the knife away if it matters to her then.
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[He's doing the nervous thing again where he worries at the piercing in his lip before he stops himself, drinking instead.]
... Don't like that this place is using my face to try and hurt you.
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[But he smiles a little at the sentiment.]
. . . It didn't really, though. Couldn't. I trust you and Beauregard. No matter what she said to me, I knew Beauregard would not do that. She would argue with me, and make me angry, but she would never throw the things she knows about me in my face or call me by any other name than this one.
It wasn't either of you who got me riled up. It is when they brought my old teacher into it. And then later my mother.
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Sakyou spent a long time warning me about all the ways they tried to worm into his head, saying ... y'know, if you know what's coming, it'll help and such. But the more I hear these stories, just feels like it learns how better to get under your skin.
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Lucky for me that I'm not very smart in the first place. [An attempt at a joke.] And probably even less than I was to begin with because of all the hits to the head lately.
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[I mean. He has the same brain as Lucien who isn't that smart but he's got his way. Molly's brain is just occupied by wanting to get laid and looking hot in nice coats. And also, being pretty talented at reading and understanding people.]
. . . I am sorry about that. I do not want to see your skull bashed in. Though. . . if a wizard can knock you out with a melee attack, that may be partially on you. [What kind of apology is this.]
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[It takes a lot of RAM to be sitting around that horny all the time, the brainmeat just overheats like a computer in a PNW heatwave sometimes. Huffing a laugh, twisting to shoot him a look. But it's mostly amused, disgustingly enough.]
What kind of apology is this.
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I'm allowed a little bit of whinging, you ruined my moment by disappearing and then showing up looking like that and sending me scrambling all over campus. Did you know I only had to turn the coupon in on my phone? I just ran somewhere for no fucking reason.
Anyway, my point is, you stole my moment, so I got a raincheck to complain about it now. It hurt. I froze the coffee table. Lucretia thinks I'm made of fine bone china and is leaving snacks around for me like a street dog she accidentally kicked and is trying to coax out again.
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You froze the coffee table? Okay, okay. I am sorry. I wanted to help her. There was probably a better way to do it.
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[It's fine, he was supposed to laugh.]
Alright, alright. It's fine. I'm done complaining now. Not sure there was a better solution anyway. At least it was out of ... altruism instead of being pissed at me.
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[Now this is just whining. Anyway, touch week, so he just settles down in his seat some, leaning over to plonk his head, horns and all, against Caleb's shoulder. Tail thwapping the seat because he's playing up being irritated about any of this.]
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[Just letting him plonk there, appreciating his tiefling heater.]
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Yup.
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[He laughs a little.]
Easy enough for me, but it's the whole day part where I'm stuck. Can't really do it when people are being murdered.
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THE WORST.]
Fuck! Oh that's-- That's good. The right amount of insensitive and hilarious. Should do it tomorrow, during the inevitably sad execution of a teenager. That will win you a lot of friends, I think.
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We'll hang a sign around your neck.
[Oh, he pops up a bit, sitting up.]
Speaking of bullshit you got me into, Claude figured out I'm part of the underthings heist. So fuck you for that too! I'm not a rat though, so I suppose you're still safe.
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