[ there's a quiet swelling of something in his chest, and as he lays there, somewhat stunned, there's a part of him that shakes. is it fear or rage or sadness? he doesn't know. all he knows is he can wrap his hand around rang's wrist belonging to the hand on his chest and look at him with a faint smile. ]
I think both, some faster on the latter half than the others. But I don't think they'd like having to do it for a substitute [ his breathing trembles ] instead of the real Grand Sorcerer.
[ eiden closes his eyes. ]
I have a duty... of course I'll go back to them. But I can think about the only home I've ever known too... even if it wasn't always kind...
[ there's a silent pull of thanks from him. like maybe thinking about this has... freed him in some way. there's a lighter aspect to his emotions, even if they're still somewhat unhappy. ]
[to rang, it seems like a very simple situation. why cling onto a home that wasn't kind? a world that didn't treat you right? just abandon those who've abandoned you, and you'll be fine.
instead of saying that, he just frowns at the gratitude he can feel from Eiden, then presses a hand on the edge of the table to lever himself up and off of the other man. since eiden's hand is on his wrist, then that means Rang pulls him up to sitting position again,]
I've never known anyone to kill for someone they didn't care about.
[dryly, but there's a sense here that he doesn't want to push on this subject any longer. he just starts eating eiden's food ig]
[ i hate you don't fucking eat his foot. smushes his face with his new shoe but like more like pushing like stooop don't???? chew that??? it's new??? yaywon im locking you into this bullshit. he smiles shakily like haha fuck that conversation i don't want to talk about how i think i am more of a means to an end! ]
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[ there's a quiet swelling of something in his chest, and as he lays there, somewhat stunned, there's a part of him that shakes. is it fear or rage or sadness? he doesn't know. all he knows is he can wrap his hand around rang's wrist belonging to the hand on his chest and look at him with a faint smile. ]
I think both, some faster on the latter half than the others. But I don't think they'd like having to do it for a substitute [ his breathing trembles ] instead of the real Grand Sorcerer.
[ eiden closes his eyes. ]
I have a duty... of course I'll go back to them. But I can think about the only home I've ever known too... even if it wasn't always kind...
[ there's a silent pull of thanks from him. like maybe thinking about this has... freed him in some way. there's a lighter aspect to his emotions, even if they're still somewhat unhappy. ]
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instead of saying that, he just frowns at the gratitude he can feel from Eiden, then presses a hand on the edge of the table to lever himself up and off of the other man. since eiden's hand is on his wrist, then that means Rang pulls him up to sitting position again,]
I've never known anyone to kill for someone they didn't care about.
[dryly, but there's a sense here that he doesn't want to push on this subject any longer. he just starts eating eiden's food ig]
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Why the hell are foxes so weird!
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and then drops eiden's feet -- both of them,]
You bit me first?
[because of the RULE]