[ sorry botw/totk designed a bunch of questionably sexy nonhumans with long torsos, it's a curse. have you seen rauru? nintendo designers are on something different
sorry back to tags. also sorry, blasts him with some disbelief before he can stop himself. ]
Surely there is more to it than that! [ NOT JUST MOVING HIM OUT OF THE WAY LIKE A PILE OF LAUNDRY ]
[WHY DID THEY MAKE MORE THAN ONE I HATE IT HERE. I BLAST YOU WITH DISBELIEF.
Fortunately, this blast doesn't seem to make his vibes do the CD skippy thing, so maybe it really is just a one-off or twice-off incident...... He does feel a little surprised, though, as if he did not expect this to be an insufficient answer? Please just move him like a pile of laundry.]
Well, I wouldn't want to inconvenience anyone... And there isn't much to be done about it until it's done processing...
[ nintendo decided to cater to monsterfuckers what can i say
we shall see about whether it's a one-off on saturday you little shit. but he will move him like a little pile of towels so he won't be crushed, should it happen again. still, there is a small rumble of emotion, one much older and less distinct than the ones he always has. ]
It's worse to stand by, doing nothing. [ a little pause; it isn't a rampant cd drive recovery process, but there is the natural reconfiguring of his feelings, gently working through them. ] I understand if the only solution is to wait. But do not think it an inconvenience. Helping you is never that.
[who would allow a lil green apple jellybean to have a horrible emotional time on this the first trial...... :3c
Thanks for agreeing to move him like a pile of towels though he appreciates. In response to the strange, old emotion and the gentle rearrangement, Dahut's feeling a mix of curiosity and that same vague apology. There's another feeling, too, that's a little harder to define, there and gone in a thread.]
...Thank you, Monsieur Sidon. I appreciate it - I do! I don't mean to come off as unappreciative. I understand how difficult that is, anyway.
he pauses, and seems to have sorted through his own feelings, because he smiles and the emotion thrumming beneath it is genuine. it's sunny. lingering on thoughts of helplessness is—it's never good. ]
...You've no need to feel sorry! There will come a time where we have the capacity to do more for each other, I'm sure. [ sometimes you want to be able to stop the rain, but there's not much to do but weather through a storm until something changes. he grips his tiny sloping dying victorian child shoulders for a moment in a reassuring gesture. ] Until then, let's get you up off the ground and recovered, shall we?
[STOP MAYBE HE WILL BE FINE THE WHOLE TRIAL..........
Sidon sure has a lot of feelings in his big fish body though, huh. There's a flicker of an emotion in Dahut like something on the edge of saying or asking something, but he lets it go after a second and just offers a quirking little smile.]
Ehe, that's probably true! I hope that we can both be of help to each other when that time comes. [Thank you for the Victorian shoulder grip, he will gently patpat Sidon's arm in return.]
But I think that's a good idea. Monsieur Scien is the one who's on the floor, usually; I can't take his spot.
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sorry back to tags. also sorry, blasts him with some disbelief before he can stop himself. ]
Surely there is more to it than that! [ NOT JUST MOVING HIM OUT OF THE WAY LIKE A PILE OF LAUNDRY ]
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Fortunately, this blast doesn't seem to make his vibes do the CD skippy thing, so maybe it really is just a one-off or twice-off incident...... He does feel a little surprised, though, as if he did not expect this to be an insufficient answer? Please just move him like a pile of laundry.]
Well, I wouldn't want to inconvenience anyone... And there isn't much to be done about it until it's done processing...
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we shall see about whether it's a one-off on saturday you little shit. but he will move him like a little pile of towels so he won't be crushed, should it happen again. still, there is a small rumble of emotion, one much older and less distinct than the ones he always has. ]
It's worse to stand by, doing nothing. [ a little pause; it isn't a rampant cd drive recovery process, but there is the natural reconfiguring of his feelings, gently working through them. ] I understand if the only solution is to wait. But do not think it an inconvenience. Helping you is never that.
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Thanks for agreeing to move him like a pile of towels though he appreciates. In response to the strange, old emotion and the gentle rearrangement, Dahut's feeling a mix of curiosity and that same vague apology. There's another feeling, too, that's a little harder to define, there and gone in a thread.]
...Thank you, Monsieur Sidon. I appreciate it - I do! I don't mean to come off as unappreciative. I understand how difficult that is, anyway.
[To stand by, doing nothing.]
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he pauses, and seems to have sorted through his own feelings, because he smiles and the emotion thrumming beneath it is genuine. it's sunny. lingering on thoughts of helplessness is—it's never good. ]
...You've no need to feel sorry! There will come a time where we have the capacity to do more for each other, I'm sure. [ sometimes you want to be able to stop the rain, but there's not much to do but weather through a storm until something changes. he grips his tiny sloping dying victorian child shoulders for a moment in a reassuring gesture. ] Until then, let's get you up off the ground and recovered, shall we?
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Sidon sure has a lot of feelings in his big fish body though, huh. There's a flicker of an emotion in Dahut like something on the edge of saying or asking something, but he lets it go after a second and just offers a quirking little smile.]
Ehe, that's probably true! I hope that we can both be of help to each other when that time comes. [Thank you for the Victorian shoulder grip, he will gently patpat Sidon's arm in return.]
But I think that's a good idea. Monsieur Scien is the one who's on the floor, usually; I can't take his spot.