[ startles, looking up at diluc and then giving a sigh. at least... this is still... this. a small, strange constant in between the craziness that’s blown up everywhere else. ]
[ he’d blame it on being drunk. ] Of course we fought. [ lifts a hand draws water from their surroundings to conjure a couple of figures; making them fight before their eyes. ] I want him dead. [ clenches his fist and both water figures burst, splashing them a little. ]
It doesn’t. I have met a number of incredible people through fighting... and sometimes that’s the only method in which I can connect with a person. But this is different. He’s m- ...no, he’s not me. He’s weak, and... [ he just hates this and he doesn’t want to talk about it. he’ll just reach for the bottle of booze sitting beside himself and bring it to his lips to nurse. ]
Pavo Ocellus: Is he already bothering you about it? Pavo Ocellus: It may be irrational of me, but seeing that from him only made him all the more distasteful.
...I'll be alright. I just need to focus on something else. [ anything else! anyone else? ]
[ he twists around and reaches up to gently cup noctua's face, aiming to drag him down for a chaste kiss. ] I want to make you something besides. Whatever you like. You've already done plenty for me.
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