piss off. chiyo laughs, low in her throat, the noise distinctly more masculine than usual. repayment for sid's rough treatment of her darling moogles, perhaps--or just enjoying the frustration that ebbs off of him. she watches him down his drink and waves a hand at gibrillont for another--hopefully watered down.
"ridiculous questions get ridiculous answers." a shake of the head. sid's intentions are good, even if he's got less charm than a dzo. and he's not let his manners go to hell, though chiyo wouldn't begrudge him if he had ('tis difficult to keep up eastern habits in the west; no one can understand that more than she can, she who left her geta and her traditional doman dress behind when she stepped foot on ul'dah's dusty streets.)
she left her family by choice. sid had no such privilege. she's mindful of that. if he's rougher around the edges than she is, it's not something he can be blamed for. if anything, it means to handle him with more care, to avoid being cut on the sharp corners. she had more of those, once, before a handsome stranger did the tough work of filing them down. it's not sid's fault that his master chose to sharpen his to a lethal point, instead.
because it's you. his charm is lacking, but the effort is there. when he says please in another, more familiar tongue, chiyo's shoulders slack, and her expression changes into something more pleasant: curved lips, eyes kind. something less....malicious. the sudden shift from snarl to smile is startling. "stop it before you hurt yourself. i'm only teasing; i'll talk to her. and you needn't pay me anything for it. i don't trust anyone else to do it." her gaze goes over his shoulder somewhere, eyes distant, thoughts wandering to the fact that such maternal actions may begin and end with rielle.
(what would we want a crying brat of our own for, anyhow?
because i do, damn you. because i'm me sometimes, too, not just you.)
chiyo's eyes slide back to sid as she returns to the world of the living, limbal rings glowing in the firelight of the forgotten knight. he's one of the few who she's not worried about frightening with them. the benefits of auri company--hard to find in ishgard.
"do you miss it?" the question is vague, purposely. she could mean speaking his mother tongue, or perhaps his homeland, or his family. chiyo knows better than to box him in with too intimate and direct a question. but if he didn't want her to know, he wouldn't have volunteered the information in the first place.
