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-- ❝ S-Sorry, sir—!! ❞ Though he tried his best to swerve out of the way, the wyvern rider felt remorse for almost flying into him with his steed in the first place and especially during a fight, so he felt it only right to apologize as soon as possible afterwards. ❝ I swear we didn't try to distract or hurt you out there or anything..! Michalis has been a little bit out of it lately, but he's never been like that before! Honest! ❞
he ADMIRES laslow as he leans against a tree trunk, his arms are crossed over his chest and he watches as the dancer’s silver hair is ILLUMINATED in the moonlight. it was a full moon, so the clearing his retainer danced in was lit, and it made his beauty even more INTENSE, BLINDING almost. marx feels bad, spying on his retainer as he twirls, murmuring things to himself to keep the time. marx could never dance well enough - his feet were clumsy with anything but a simple WALTZ, but laslow’s dancing was from another world all to itself. he decides, for once, to make his presence known, and he claps when theres a PAUSE in the mercenary’s steps. “ as marvelous as always, laslow.”
@temporsia.
Morgan could often be found tailing one of his comrades, in an attempt to observe their daily happenings and learn more about them. After all, most of the Shepherds still seemed quite arcane to the young amnesiac. Today, it seemed that the chosen victim individual that Morgan followed would be a certain light-footed mercenary.
Amber eyes were alight with curiosity as the other teen was slowly approached. By the way Morgan’s brow furrowed, his inquiry was clearly genuine when he asked, ❝ Are you doing your usual gigolo thing, Inigo? ❞