[ no… there he goes. dextera’s gaze follows him, too hungry for just a moment, but he tries to center himself by patting his own cheek—not quite a slap, but something like it, something that will hopefully get him back on track. they are kind of in public, after all.
the promise of more later is a nice one, too. ]
Ah…
[ slowly, he nods. ]
Ahuh.
[ not the most eloquent or intelligent sound he’s ever made, but it’s probably him agreeing to guren’s terms anyway. ]
no subject
the promise of more later is a nice one, too. ]
Ah…
[ slowly, he nods. ]
Ahuh.
[ not the most eloquent or intelligent sound he’s ever made, but it’s probably him agreeing to guren’s terms anyway. ]