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@txmehunting
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◈ guys who have two lines of dialogue total😍😍 ◈ library hack! steal the books ◈ you wouldn't hit a guy with glasses, would you? ◈ constantly within killing range
basic info under the cut
As the festivities sweep across Garreg Mach, one member of the Black Eagles House finds herself partaking in a time-honored tradition—one that celebrates the warmth of camaraderie and the strengthening of bonds. A time to forget about the barriers of status that divide, and to embrace all that brings people together.
“if it isn’t mr. charmy himself! senno!” dorothea calls out in a sing-song voice, sauntering over with a grin. “i haven't seen you in a while—hopefully you haven’t been hiding from me. don’t tell me if you are. i couldn't stand the heartbreak.” she extends a gift bag with a subtle flourish, its deep crimson coloring reminiscent of their banner. “in any case, i’m here as a festive envoy~! this is for you." inside, he will find a small box of marzipan candies—delicately molded into whimsical shapes. nestled beside them is a snow globe ornament; a fragile, dainty thing containing miniature snow-dusted trees. “may you have a lovely holiday~!
sennō's face is still red and his mind is still exploding a little bit, mistletoe-wise, but he doesn't slam into a wall on his way to the common room to sit down and take a breather. no he doesn't.
his head is in his hands when he is approached by that woman he remembers from that halloween event. the circumstances are different yet strikingly similar---sennō definitely not reeling from embarrassment, he's hiding away, she finds him---and he isn't sure how to feel about that. does she have an eye for finding him in Odd States? if she does, then she should learn to suppress it or something, because sennō does not enjoy being Perceived in his Odd States.
well, generally speaking. if it's her, then he can't find it in him to act all blasphemed about it.
he pulls up to look at her right as she sets a gift bag down by him. sennō maeks a face of raw confusion. " a gift bag? " he coughs, sitting up. " no, no. i don't want this--- "
but she's gone. and he's holding a gift bag he knows he doesn't deserve, and he peeks inside to see the things that someone else should be getting... and blinks. these are nice things. seriously, who was this for, anyways?
he sets the bag down and sits back in his chair, hands folded together. he kind of wants to eat those candies. hmm. but this was given to him when he doesn't deserve it. this is a predicament.
oh,
wait,
but if someone else is expecting this gift,
and sennō eats these candies and takes this little snow globe from them,
well, that's a little more agreeable. yes, that's what sennō is doing now. taking from someone who deserved it more. ha ha ha. maybe they'll be sad about not getting the gift they were expecting. very good. okay, yes, we'll work with that.
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it's that FUCKING corn thing again.
sennō remembers those who have wronged him. sennō remembers people who annoy him and how they have annoyed him---just to make extra sure, he does keep a list tucked into his pocket, it's like a shopping list but for people he hates, yes he sometimes pulls it out instead of his grocery list, can you GET OFF HIS CASE ABOUT IT.
sylvain, the boy who was the bane of his FUCKING existence throughout his time at that accursed cauldron, is standing there looking at him all smug-like. well, sennō can fix that smugness. he storms right over to him and charges up a lecture to really give him what-for.
" just because i have come back from time away does not suddenly give you permission to be in my line of sight, " he snarls, wagging a finger. " you can stand there all you want, but know this---i will not tolerate any amount of idiocy that you may be thinking about, be it verbal or physical, so back t--- "
sylvain is looking up at something.
sennō decides he will look up at it too.
there is. something. there.
green. red. plant-y. holiday-like.
he knows what that plant means.
he.
knows.
sennō's face does NOT erupt into a deep shade of crimson, and his voice does NOT raise multiple pitches with what he says next. he does NOT hunch his shoulders, and he does NOT immediately search for the nearest exit.
" wh--! what---! wher--! t--! n--! GO AWAY!!! "
How the Grinch Reluctantly Saved Count Varley From an Assassination Attempt
mission board: distress | CONDITION: all replies must rhyme
the second character in our fine yuletide play, is a man full of cheer, from far-off Renais, following Sennō down this hallway, as they set off for Varley today.
why’d the count choose a painter? Well let’s take a peek, his manor was broken into last week. his fine artefacts can’t be taken as evidence, Forde sketching the scene makes a whole lot more sense.
now during this first attempt on his life, a poor servant was threatened with a sweet-smelling knife. the hilt red and white, stripey all the way down, the first lead they’ll ask after when they reach town.
their carriage procured, their strategy set, there’s only one problem Forde hasn’t tackled yet: his partner for the rest of this session, who quite frankly hasn’t made a good first impression.
“I’ll do my best to avoid your ire.” though Forde senses either way that this will be dire, “let’s finish this mission, quick as can be, then we’ll have some time off, I hope you’ll agree, it’s the best way, should you ever want to be rid of me.”
they travel by carriage, then dismount to walk, during which Forde learns Sennō isn’t one for small talk. til at last they meet the count, whose favour they’ll win, and now their grand mission can finally begin.
that naughty count varley, how anxious he is to tell the pair those anxieties of his! he regales them swift on the quirks of the face of the man whom varley hopes hell shall embrace.
sennō listens, but he cannot stop a roll of his eyes when he hears all the slop that varley attempts to portray---for how could he admit to strangers that he'd soiled himself right now?!
so he raises his hand to shut this farce down and hopefully sew shut the mouth of this clown. " you cannot be serious! this cannot be right! " your life was not threatened---not by this shite! "
" you mean to tell us you've pulled us away " because a jolly old man is coming your way? " insanity manifest! the hogwash you say " is beyond belief. to you, sir, good day! "
do not fret, good reader, for the end is not nigh sennō will descend his emotional high and realize that the help he provides will be duly compensated alongsides.
conceding, sennō lowers his head and looks for clues to connect to a thread. " this man's supposedly covered in soot, " so somewhere will have prints of his foot. "
How the Grinch Reluctantly Saved Count Varley From an Assassination Attempt
mission board: distress | CONDITION: all replies must rhyme
good day to you, reader, reading from your screen allow me to paint you a fine yuletide scene; even though we are moons from the true holiday for the sake of the plot i have made it this way:
'tis a cold wintry day at the monastery yet the halls are alight with something quite scary; a green, grinchy scowl stuck right on the face of a man named sennō, deeply steeped in disgrace
dear reader, this man, he is just so appalled at a request from varley, the man with the gall to force him to search for a would-be assassin honestly, that guy is a massive jackass-in.
" i just do not care! " sennō bites with no glee " this damned man's issues do not matter to me! " and he rubs his hands raw with crisp irritation whilst imagining a count varley-themed mass cremation.
the only thing worse than performing alone is being partnered---gods, throw him a bone! for despite all his whining and hemming and hawing sennō must work alongside a man known for drawing. " must you stand so close? " sennō snaps, even though all forde is doing is walking behind him, in tow. " if we must work together, it is important to note " that i'll tolerate no annoyance---not even a mote! "
@renaisguy
pondering my (fire) orb
"Well, no. I'm sure there's plenty of other things people could do with them." People were creative, and nothing pushed creativity to its limits like need and desperation. Could they do more with them? Sure. Probably.
Would Yunaka have killed to have these when she was younger? Yeah. Probably.
A playground? Her eyes drift over in the direction that Sennō frowns in. Two children play around, laughing and smiling and warm and feeling loved. Yunaka smiles softly.
At least, she does until a light catches her attention. Yunaka glances upwards. The Fire Orb that they're at is glowing brightly...brighter than any of the others in the area. What in the world? Her eyes drop down to where Sennō is still touching it. The metal around has started to turn a bright red...
Yunaka grabs him by the wrist and wrenches his arm away from the chassis of the Fire Orb. Narrowed eyes wait for him as she glares, tightening her grip. "What are you doing?" None of that silly, happy voice from their cauldron time is found here. "Are you trying to blow up the city block? You could hurt somebody if you overcharge these things!"
this woman, insane thing that she is, grabs sennō's wrist and rips him from the fire orb he stands by. the construct begins shutting down almost immediately after his hand leaves the support. " what am i doing? what are you doing?! " he snarls, tugging at his restraint to no avail. " unhand me! unhand me this instant!!
" do you think me uneducated? stupid?! i am leagues more knowledgeable about the workings of a fire orb than you, of that i'm sure! " sennō is offended, plainly put, at the implication that he can't handle a fire orb. yes, his emotions ran free JUST A TOUCH, but even then he knows what he's doing!
his fingers twitch, still carrying some of the molten heat that transferred between wielder and weapon. he could touch her, grab her back and let her know how it feels to be handled unkindly. yes! yes, that will do nicely. sennō reaches over with his other hand, aiming to firmly lock his fingers around yunaka's wrist, when...
" wow, mister! that was seriously cool! "
blink.
the same two kids that had been pissing him off earlier are now in front of him, eyes huge. " i've never seen someone do that to one of these things before, " one of them pipes. " can you do it again?! "
blink, blink. is he being relegated to a circus act now?
pondering my (fire) orb
She asks and he bites. Fair. She's had her own experiences biting in response to innocent questions, so she really shouldn't be too surprised at that. Yunaka holds her hands up in surrender, like any of this is something worth caring about.
"Consider it cleared." It didn't bother her if he came or not, and boat really was the only way to get here from Fodlan so. She's not quite sure what she expected.
She must've been the only one who thought they were having fun at the cauldron. Not the first time she's been wrong.
Yunaka crosses her arms and shrugs, turning back to the fire orb thing. He actually reaches out and touches it. She'd half assumed it'd be hot to the touch, like a forge, so she'd been keeping her distance. It probably wouldn't have been very safe to have it out on the streets where any kid could run into it if that was the case.
"Nohr?" The name sounds familiar...one of the Emblems must have been from there, though Yunaka doesn't quite remember which. She shakes her head rather than ask. "No, no war. We've got a long standing peace treaty with Firene, and the king has been working on restoring peace with Elusia after a long war."
She hopes it's been going well. She doesn't doubt those nobles that would have been rushing to use her to get rid of each other are miserable at the idea of no more bloodshed.
"It's repurposing. They won't be used for war anymore, so apparently they're trying to find a new use for them, rather than have them rusting and taking up space somewhere." She kicks the bottom of it lightly with her toe. The noise echoes. "Big, fancy heaters."
sennō mentally picks apart the things yunaka says: ' restoring peace after a long war, ' ' won't be used for war anymore. ' from the sheer number of the things, it's clear that, whatever the hell this brodia deals in, they're sitting on a history of bloodshed.
but there's something that rubs him the wrong way about this... ' repurposing. ' taking such massive marvels of magical technology and turning them into heating lamps? what, like that's all they're good for anymore once the fighting's done? his face adopts some sort of disgust, though slight---he's not someone that wishes to prolong fighting nor is he someone particularly fond of death. however, he is a magic fanatic. such pride does nag at his irritation where relevant...
" a heater is not all that it is good for. " he says this simply, somewhat frustrated. his gaze slides from the fire orb he touches to one further away. two children, perhaps eleven or twelve, laugh as they hang from the metal nest housing the orb, and sennō bristles. " nor a playground, but it seems that this country does not bother to understand that. "
his fingers press harder against the figure and the magical orb above glows brighter, humming. sennō's eyes are set on the children making a mockery of such a beautiful invention, and the waking turret's light reflects off the lens of his glasses. curiously, though the support turns hotter than what mortal hands can take, his own hands remain unharmed.
from behind flashing lenses, sennō watches. his grimace has deepened but it is impossible to tell what he's thinking from it alone. " how shameful! " he spits, though it gets lost in the commotion the flame orb is sputtering.
pondering my (fire) orb
Yunaka doesn't remember the streets of Brodia being warm.
Even on years when she managed to snag herself a coat that fit, she remembers being cold a lot of the year. That didn't make her special. She was another nameless face among the crowd, another kid left behind by the adults to struggle.
There were wars and battles to fight. No one had time to care about some kid who wasn't strong enough to save themselves.
The Fire Orbs are a surprising change to Brodia.
Yunaka's been staring at them for a while, feeling the warmth radiating off of it. Other people have similar ideas, huddled around them in small groups and chatting happily. Not enough to make a crowd, not enough for her to panic just yet.
That doesn't mean she doesn't tense as a mumbling voice hits her ear, walking up next to her. Yunaka flinches, leaning to the side, and turns to glare the stranger whose standing way too close...only to realize it's not a stranger at all.
"Sennō?" She's pretty sure she's not wrong. She hasn't seen him since Rafal and Poe's candy game. She thought maybe he was just busy or wrapped up in things; it wasn't like she saw every person who was at the monastery every day. It still felt like it'd been particularly long since she'd seen him though.
"I didn't know you'd come along to Brodia." Honestly, based on how grouchy he'd been at the cauldron, she expected him to avoid anything that wasn't mandatory as hard as he could...
Ah, well. Not her business, now is it? Yunaka turns back to the fire orb again and watches it. "...do they have these, where you're from?"
it takes a second for sennō to register the voice speaking to him; he doesn't look at the speaker, but he does begin wracking his brain for who would possibly know his name. a female, young, someone who bothered remembering his name correctly? there's only a few people like that, and even fewer would use his actual name in lieu of something more mean-spirited.
he has to rule out his coworkers at that... One Time Event. one was so meek she could hardly get a word out without stammering, and the other, well. the vibes just aren't right. vibes are a perfectly acceptable unit of measurement with which to determine one's identity! the fact that it hasn't become official is, honestly, a crime that's up there with it being legal to come up and touch someone's freakishly-scarred hands while giving them a sad look and going, ' oh, poor thing, what happened to you? ' people should be killed for doing that.
back to the task at hand.
sennō raises an eyebrow at the woman next to him and almost doesn't feel like giving her a response. her digging into why he's here, however, riles him up enough to say something. " it was not by choice that i was brought here, so clear that from your head now, " he grits, fingers tracing along the metal frame of the construct. similar yet different. his fingers sting, catching on nothing, stopping and starting as they move down the surface. he could probably operate one of these if he concentrates...
" if you must know---nohr's proficiency in tomes extends to their ballistae. fire orbs are nothing new. " disregarding the fact that he is not native to nohr, of course; who on earth needs to know the specifics? " is this country preparing for war? what is the need for all of these in a single place? "
pondering my (fire) orb
sennō wakes up on a boat that is not at garreg mach monastery.
at this point he can't even get mad about it. this isn't the first time he's found himself, randomly, on a boat that takes him to some hitherto unknown location, and it probably won't even be the last! whatever, man! everybody pass out on a boat! it might even swing around from shithole to enriching!
of course, that's an optimistic way of looking at things. sennō subscribes to the school of " haterism, " so he will just be mad that any of this has happened at all.
following the other passengers that disembark ( as the idiot ferryman says he will not be going back to the monastery for the next few days at the least ) takes sennō through an unbelievably craggy environment. everywhere he looks is filled with cliffsides, all violent enough to threaten his life with just a glance. if he squints, he can see movement---people, that actually live on these accursed mountains. how did they get here? did they descend from bears?
someone mentions a name: brodia. is that what this place is called? it's not like it matters---a horrible place is a horrible place whether you name it or not. anyone who lives here is likely ten feet tall and talk with the deep bass pitch of a dragon. brutes. all of them.
now he's standing in the middle of some kind of square. from where the sun peeks behind the cliffs, sennō can make out tall structures that glow with soft red light. he blinks, rubs his glasses, puts them back on---those couldn't possibly be... no, are they...?
" ...what on earth are fire orbs doing here? " he mutters to himself, approaching one of the magical turrets. " this cannot be nohr. so then why...? "
@dcggersedge
‘TIS THE SEASON.
send 🎄for our muses to get caught under the mistletoe !!
Great. Green Sliming Hood is back. Lysithea couldn't escape him for long, it seemed.
"…Couldn't keep away from the victor? Pathetic."
Lysithea chuckles to herself, glaring daggers. Of course he's back. But, of course, she's gonna show him up. Again. As always. She always beats Slimy McSlimerson
why sennō keeps coming back not even he can understand. the past two times he's come and gone have given him a sort of peace---back to his hole where he can sit, alone. it's good. a little hermit time does wonders.
but even with this self-assurance that being alone is best, he keeps looking at the open waters of hoshido's ports, blinking, and then finding himself on a ferry back to the monastery. if anyone asked him why he kept doing it, he'd kill them. truthfully, he has no damned idea why, either.
as he drags his suitcase back down the hall to his room, he is forced to come in contact with the white-haired pathogen that refuses to leave him be. " i couldn't keep away? " he snarks, ignoring the victor part, because he's not even going to give this brat the satisfaction of an acknowledgement. " then explain to me what you are doing here in front of me. it would seem that my presence has you running to meet me like a pet for its master. hmm? hmmmmm? " ha ha. you just got OWNED, kid.
"You." Matthias addressed the young man with a bit of a scowl. "Your innocence proved invaluable in helping us find the identity of our devils, but I must wonder why you are so hostile towards others." Being wronged certainly could cause such a thing and he could sleuth whatever he wanted to see out but this one seemed far too...easily agitated. Asking outright wouldn't get much but neither would dancing around the issue.
huh? the hell kind of question is that?
sennō meets this odd man's scowl with a heavy roll of eyes, holding back the myriad of different things he could call that kind of inquiry. " why am i hostile? " he parrots, hoping he doesn't have to lay out his issues with that. " that is like asking why someone speaks crassly or why someone hardly speaks at all. it is how they are. "
setting down his highball glass, he turns in his seat ( though he really doesn't even owe this man the satisfaction of eye contact ). his eyes are a sharp gold, though the edges are whittled with exhaustion. " if you must wonder about why i am how i am, then why don't you try doing it somewhere else? away from me? "
A smile cracks before he simply places his head on his hand. No response? Long enough that the bartender might feel bad giving him more and the less than polite gesture aimed...to do what.
Did he want him to get upset or something of that sort? He sighed and his expression fell. "If you had done such a thing from the outset, you wouldn't have had to endure my little interrogation so, thank you for indulging me. I suppose I'll apologize to you should I ever see you again." He stood and sauntered out easily. Well, that was one more type of person to commit to memory. Still, Matthias did wonder what the young man's story was.
tch! much as sennō does not want to admit it, the man is right---had he just told him to fuck off and not said anything further, none of this would have happened. has the alcohol impaired his judgement? ahh, it has to be that. there exists no other reason.
he slams his head on the bar counter once, then twice. he puts his head in his hands, not even able to stir himself up enough to care.
the bartender comes back with water. all the same for these types.
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"You." Matthias addressed the young man with a bit of a scowl. "Your innocence proved invaluable in helping us find the identity of our devils, but I must wonder why you are so hostile towards others." Being wronged certainly could cause such a thing and he could sleuth whatever he wanted to see out but this one seemed far too...easily agitated. Asking outright wouldn't get much but neither would dancing around the issue.
huh? the hell kind of question is that?
sennō meets this odd man's scowl with a heavy roll of eyes, holding back the myriad of different things he could call that kind of inquiry. " why am i hostile? " he parrots, hoping he doesn't have to lay out his issues with that. " that is like asking why someone speaks crassly or why someone hardly speaks at all. it is how they are. "
setting down his highball glass, he turns in his seat ( though he really doesn't even owe this man the satisfaction of eye contact ). his eyes are a sharp gold, though the edges are whittled with exhaustion. " if you must wonder about why i am how i am, then why don't you try doing it somewhere else? away from me? "
Matthias stared at him. An onlooker might have assumed the drink had something to do with such irritation but in actuality, he assumed it was somehow the only reason things had been as tolerable as they were. "None of those things were my goal. That aside, I fear you you've been cut off for the night. How long have you even been here?" Was he doing this on purpose? Some sort of revenge or was he simply this uncaring? Much to ponder on...
indeed---plenty of drink does a mollified sennō make, though it doesn't make it all that easier to speak with him. alcohol douses his flames but does not erode his walls.
in line with this, sennō no longer graces this odd man with a response. he turns his back to him and glares daggers at the bartender. all this time he has been assailed with people trying to ask him questions---and for what reason? so that they can get him or something?
or perhaps these are empty questions, simply meant to stir him and nothing more. the thought incenses him but it is not impossible; all the more reason, then, not to give this useless meatsack what he wants. he instead offers a middle finger.
so he wasn’t a figment of her imagination after all.
still, the sight of him halts her steps—forces a second glance, perhaps even a third. she hadn’t caught much of his face earlier; only a fleeting impression before she’d thought to offer him the courtesy of privacy.
but now, dorothea's gaze lingers.
his appearance remains dour—not that she has any room to comment, given the public's reaction to her of late.
eyes then land on the accessory circling his wrist. the same one she had offered a mere hours ago, in a dim and distant corner where they'd sat side by side, far from judgmental eyes and loose tongues.
they must've made quite the miserable sight, the both of them. how fortunate the secret stays with them.
“i never did get your name.”
a tight-lipped smile is offered, accompanied by a nod at the charm bracelet.
“if you don’t tell me it, i’ll have no choice but to call you charmy. charmy guy. the esteemed mr. charmy, even.”
sennō turns, eyebrow raised. he is sure he has made himself look unapproachable enough, and yet.
but this time he catches himself before he speaks. the voice hits the fog of his memory in a familiar way, as though he's heard it before. thinking back to his weaker moments, huddled in darkness and waiting for his confusion to subside, perhaps he had heard it as someone-or-other passed by him. background chatter is a given.
hmm, but that's not quite right. brushing it off as mere happenstance doesn't seem to fit. there has to be something else.
he sits on the floor, unable to leave but desiring not to be seen. others ignore him, note him, poke fun at him, but in time they all grow bored and leave. only one ever approached him and stayed.
a woman whose face he never saw. only the back of her, blurred gold and brown, and the bracelet she'd left. never a name or anything more, but even still sennō did not feel warded from that figure. he hates when people think they understand him. that should have been the case then, but she didn't force it.
" they say you haven't made it in the world unless you've drawn the scorn of the envious, you know. " she didn't try to fix him or help him. she didn't try to wedge herself in with his company---try to know him beyond what he would ever give. no questions, no queries of happiness or satisfaction; she merely joined him in the hole.
sennō is inconsistent. he will get mad at some things and wash coolly over others, even if, in essence, they are the same. people hate him for it, but really---are all humans not like that?
he touches the bracelet. normally he would give nothing so precious as his name to another, but he owes her, it is clear.
" ...it is sennō, " he says, eyes void of their usual jeering malice. no prefaces, no sneers, no heavy sighs. this woman speaks to him smoothly with no barbs; she does not seek to catch him like so many others do. " and yours? "
"You." Matthias addressed the young man with a bit of a scowl. "Your innocence proved invaluable in helping us find the identity of our devils, but I must wonder why you are so hostile towards others." Being wronged certainly could cause such a thing and he could sleuth whatever he wanted to see out but this one seemed far too...easily agitated. Asking outright wouldn't get much but neither would dancing around the issue.
huh? the hell kind of question is that?
sennō meets this odd man's scowl with a heavy roll of eyes, holding back the myriad of different things he could call that kind of inquiry. " why am i hostile? " he parrots, hoping he doesn't have to lay out his issues with that. " that is like asking why someone speaks crassly or why someone hardly speaks at all. it is how they are. "
setting down his highball glass, he turns in his seat ( though he really doesn't even owe this man the satisfaction of eye contact ). his eyes are a sharp gold, though the edges are whittled with exhaustion. " if you must wonder about why i am how i am, then why don't you try doing it somewhere else? away from me? "
He can only spare a small glance for the hand so unceremoniously slapped against the poor bar. "Sneaking would imply you an idiot who knows not what he speaks. That's hardly how I'd think of others." He does however acquiesce. "I simply wished to clear my own curiosities."
" well, i do hope your curiosities are sated. because i do not want to answer you any more. " sennō scowls, waiting for his next drink to arrive, but it takes much longer than expected. he begins to wonder if he's been cut off; he didn't have that much, but some bartenders worry too much for their own good.
" i do not know what you hoped to gain from this, but do understand---i do not like you, and i do not want to be under your tutelage. i do not need to be fixed. i do not need completion. i want to be left alone to drink. is that thorough enough for you? "
"You." Matthias addressed the young man with a bit of a scowl. "Your innocence proved invaluable in helping us find the identity of our devils, but I must wonder why you are so hostile towards others." Being wronged certainly could cause such a thing and he could sleuth whatever he wanted to see out but this one seemed far too...easily agitated. Asking outright wouldn't get much but neither would dancing around the issue.
huh? the hell kind of question is that?
sennō meets this odd man's scowl with a heavy roll of eyes, holding back the myriad of different things he could call that kind of inquiry. " why am i hostile? " he parrots, hoping he doesn't have to lay out his issues with that. " that is like asking why someone speaks crassly or why someone hardly speaks at all. it is how they are. "
setting down his highball glass, he turns in his seat ( though he really doesn't even owe this man the satisfaction of eye contact ). his eyes are a sharp gold, though the edges are whittled with exhaustion. " if you must wonder about why i am how i am, then why don't you try doing it somewhere else? away from me? "
”…you don’t look as though you know anyone who would force you into such a thing. A misunderstanding then?” Matthias’s head tilted to the side as if a confused dog and of the restraint it took. The years of tempering himself. “It was not meant as an insult, Senno. Indeed it is my own undoing but you speak as if there is nothing gained here.”
" fine, yes. a misunderstanding. " sennō waves a hand irritably. " we'll go with that. get off of the topic. "
his eye twitches when this man tilts his stupid godsdamned head like he's a puppy. YOU ARE A GROWN ASS MAN, SIR. " there isn't anything to be gained here---do i need a hammer and chisel to get that through your thick skull?! " he slams his hand against the bar counter and his leer cuts sharper. " all you have done is talk, talk, talk. do you think you are somehow sneaking something out of me? you aren't! "
"You." Matthias addressed the young man with a bit of a scowl. "Your innocence proved invaluable in helping us find the identity of our devils, but I must wonder why you are so hostile towards others." Being wronged certainly could cause such a thing and he could sleuth whatever he wanted to see out but this one seemed far too...easily agitated. Asking outright wouldn't get much but neither would dancing around the issue.
huh? the hell kind of question is that?
sennō meets this odd man's scowl with a heavy roll of eyes, holding back the myriad of different things he could call that kind of inquiry. " why am i hostile? " he parrots, hoping he doesn't have to lay out his issues with that. " that is like asking why someone speaks crassly or why someone hardly speaks at all. it is how they are. "
setting down his highball glass, he turns in his seat ( though he really doesn't even owe this man the satisfaction of eye contact ). his eyes are a sharp gold, though the edges are whittled with exhaustion. " if you must wonder about why i am how i am, then why don't you try doing it somewhere else? away from me? "
”…if your only issue is the codes then I think you’ll find yourself pleasantly surprised at how lax they might be…but your mind is fully made.” Of course. There was little else that would come of that. What a creative little insult but if only left him confused. What did that even mean? Why specify the pile of sand being wet? “Curiosity. You are an odd little fellow. To begin with, you wish to be alone…yet you participated in a gathering where the end goal was to converse with your fellow participants and go out with them…you are a bundle of mixed signals no matter how clear you might think yourself to be.”
" as i had no choice in the matter! "
did he really not have a choice? well...
to be quite honest, he'd thought that there would be prizes involved beyond just candy. maybe a scary tome in there? maybe a spooky curse? but ye gods, the only curse he got was the curse of social interaction.
and this fucking guy. he's here too.
" i have heard the ' odd fellow ' moniker more times than i can count. i implore you find something more original than that. " his new drink is swiftly depleted and yet again he hands off the glass for a refill. he's getting faster about each round. " if you are finding ' mixed signals, ' then that is simply your fault, " he puffs, staring at the bartender. " i act how i please and do not look for someone to analyze my behavior. it is your own undoing that you try to do something about it. "
