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Hubert: try it and you'll regret even attempting to throw the first punch
“I am not afraid of you, Hubert. I also know that physical fighting is not your strength but I suppose you are not against cheating.“

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Hubert: try it and you'll regret even attempting to throw the first punch
“I am not afraid of you, Hubert. I also know that physical fighting is not your strength but I suppose you are not against cheating.“
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Of all the rotten luck—words Forwin dared not utter aloud, yet a feeling Hubert was acutely able to discern from the musician’s facsimile smile alone. Still, there was some odd comfort in being told he was not the only one spurred with anxiety before the vassal... but that didn’t change the fact the other’s presence was still as imposing as it was sinister.
Which was very.
Sothis above, why couldn’t Byleth have chosen the Blue Lions? Or the Golden Deer? And why pair himself with Hubert right off the bat? Sure, they’re a team now, but the young bard couldn’t shake the feeling he would sooner be “found dead” if it meant mission success. Heck, given the dark history of House Vestra? The runaway from House Gerth knew he should expect as much.
Doubly aware that these jitters are doing him no favour in keeping quiet, Forwin fought back against his apprehensions and resolved to speak up before long.
“Here I thought you would concern yourself with my skills on the battlefield before you ever would my music,” he quipped. “Listened in a few times when I thought I was alone?”
Suddenly, he feels extremely uncomfortable.
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Future muse??? bc I’m being sucked into GBF hell: Djeeta!
A smile comes to the woman’s face as she holds her hand out to Micaiah. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to scare you. We were hunting and Vryn thought he saw some apples.” She then turns to her small lizard-like friend, giving him a certain look. IT appears that this isn’t the first time something like this has happened. Then again, they both adored the fruit.
“What are you and your team doing so far out here? It’s not often we come across an army.” There’s some worry in her voice, but face and smile stay strong. Brown eyes look around to her company, taking them all to memory.
“Ah, I’m sorry! I should of introduced myself earlier. I’m Djeeta.”
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“Eh, depends on your tastes I guess.” Kiran shrugged leaning back, quite used to her antics and watched Karelyn’s eyes gleam. His eyes rolled reaching over to swat her playfully. “Down girl.”
His head tilted thoughtfully. “You just want him shirtless,” He teased chuckling. “I mean honestly, I’m more into Ephraim, Cormag, Glenn, Tibarn, Frederick, Haar, Zelgius isn’t too bad either, Ryoma, Stefan, Ike, Camus, Oswin, Conrad...” Is Kiran shamefully listing them off? Yes. Does he have care? Nope.
“Pardon me, sir. Have you by chance seen a Pikachu run through here recently? It’s female, so there’s a notch in its tail. A trainer lost track of it and is terribly worried.”
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Sigurd vc: Seliph, please ... it's not like I'm going to bring down an axe on her.
“I know you wouldn’t do that, father. It’s just...”
“--I worry. Not about how you will act, but over Ishtar. I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable-- or under any sort of pressure to do something.”
@of-invisible-ties ➥ "Nyle, your mother says I'm practicing my breaststroke too much." This was, of course, about the upcoming summer festival. Innes would never allow himself to be any less than in perfect form. "I told her it's to ensure that I swim circles around the competition, as is my right to. And she rolled her eyes." He sighed. "Could you help me convince her?"
Ah, the summer festival. The Frelian prince still remembered how mortified he was the last couple years, for the very same reasons. A hypocrite, he was indeed, as one who also strived for perfection in all areas. To be a worthy king. Still, he rolled his eyes, probably very much like his mother had, according to Innes’ story.
Gods above, preserve him.
❝ Convince her yourself, Father. ❞ He replied bluntly, brushing back his deep teal tresses. ❝ A perfect king doesn’t need his son to fight battles for him, would you say? ❞