[Oh girl he is MAD mad (not at you) (to be clear) so it'll be like... two days... before he swings by. He needs all that time to cool off, which is funny, all things considered. Use your ice arts and do it yourself nerd.
But he'll show up to her door after a bit. Tenzin is on his shoulder preening his feathers. Knock knock.]
Mn. I should have called for a pause before things got worse. I'm sorry.
( but she finally lets go and steps back again, letting him into her room so that he can take a seat. everything she bought for her room at elsword's house has replaced the previous standard furniture. )
Lancelot isn't the type of man to stop when a recess is called. Your best efforts wouldn't have helped, and I'm to blame for escalating as well. One would think the CTO of Karlan Trade knows to pick his battles by this point.
[He, apparently, does not. Or, more accurately: That whole thing touched on some personal topics, and he snapped without thinking.]
[He'll at least settle down in a chair somewhere for now.]
I tend to prefer keeping my personal feelings under wraps, as they interfere with my work and perceptions. I am not the sort who puts weight on emotional discussions like that. [He said, looking exhausted.] Rest assured, such an outburst should not occur again.
Well. [His voice is weary.] You heard my story when I was shouting it at Lancelot for everybody to hear. The only person who knew up to that point was Caoimhe, unsurprisingly.
[He reaches into his vest pocket and pulls out his phone. Originium batteries, man... but he opens the gallery and scrolls through his photos for maybe fifteen seconds before flipping the screen around to show her.]
The Feline man in the suit there is Enciodes.
[He doesn't need to say the rest. "That's the one I bring up so much, that's the one whose parents were killed, this is the only man I'll ever get mad for." Et cetera.]
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But he'll show up to her door after a bit. Tenzin is on his shoulder preening his feathers. Knock knock.]
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that said, she opens the door, sees him and immediately hugs him around the chest. hey. hi. she's been worried- )
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I really don't need the fretting, but thank you.
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... How are you...?
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[Adjusts his glasses.]
I've had better weeks, but I've also had worse ones. Not to worry.
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( but she finally lets go and steps back again, letting him into her room so that he can take a seat. everything she bought for her room at elsword's house has replaced the previous standard furniture. )
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[He, apparently, does not. Or, more accurately: That whole thing touched on some personal topics, and he snapped without thinking.]
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[He'll at least settle down in a chair somewhere for now.]
I tend to prefer keeping my personal feelings under wraps, as they interfere with my work and perceptions. I am not the sort who puts weight on emotional discussions like that. [He said, looking exhausted.] Rest assured, such an outburst should not occur again.
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felicity shuts the door once he's seated, and sits on the edge of her bed. )
Mm. I don't think you're the sort to lash out like that otherwise. But, I'm more concerned about the state of you, you know?
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Well. [His voice is weary.] You heard my story when I was shouting it at Lancelot for everybody to hear. The only person who knew up to that point was Caoimhe, unsurprisingly.
[He reaches into his vest pocket and pulls out his phone. Originium batteries, man... but he opens the gallery and scrolls through his photos for maybe fifteen seconds before flipping the screen around to show her.]
The Feline man in the suit there is Enciodes.
[He doesn't need to say the rest. "That's the one I bring up so much, that's the one whose parents were killed, this is the only man I'll ever get mad for." Et cetera.]