[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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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.