[The smile comes first, before focus returns to his gaze. It's a distant thing, a little colder and yet, paradoxically, more genuine than most of the smiles and laughter he shows to the public. Whether Gu Yun knows him well enough to pick up on that--if his vision is even clear enough to notice such details--he won't have long to study it; Childe blinks, looking back at Gu Yun, and all at once he's back in the present.]
My apologies, it's a song my siblings enjoy. You mentioned family, so I couldn't help but think of home.
[Pleasant thoughts, or no? His posture is as relaxed as ever, so it's hard to tell.]
How kindly caring of you! A lovely sentiment indeed. [ his voice picks up a tease, though it's affectionate, playful bullying. ] I wouldn't have taken you for a family man; then again, I'm one myself, so I suppose our looks are deceiving.
[ by. by all technicalities, he is a family man. he did just say all of his family was dead??? i'm sure it's fine,
anyway!!! ] As for your question, it's worked enough I feel less like a corpse, if that's what you're asking. Should be a little longer and then I'll be right as rain - like nothing ever happened. Thanks for the help.
Is it so surprising? Everyone needs a reason to fight, after all.
[To keep fighting, perhaps, is the more accurate phrase; a reason beyond an innate desire to stir up trouble. His Abyssal master has his gratitude, and his Tsaritsa has his respect, but it's his family that has his love. He certainly wouldn't end any letters to his Archon with Yours faithfully, your loyal knight.
And hey, Gu Yun can be a family man if he wants. As a treat.]
Of course, of course. We're friends, aren't we? [Are they. Is that what this is.] Though, like I said, I'm a bit surprised. I'm sure our gracious hosts [waves hand in fake mg] would've been willing to spare you the headache.
[ can you fucking believe our generic murdergame setting is actually "fuck game". i'm so sorry
anyway. that answer comes with a laugh, short and bright. right now gu yun's head feels approximately like it's going to explode, but it does nothing for his sense of humor as he waves his hand, dispelling the notion of either the hosts or their friendship. ]
I've got the tools to fix it myself, so I might as well do so. Besides, I've got some dignity to hold onto - the last thing I would've wanted to do was vomit at their feet while I was asking.
[ gross. also, he'd rather die than ask for help, so even if it was a regular hangover and not Debilitating Loss of Senses he would've laid here and suffered and then pretended to be normal. now, with his liuli glass back on, the world is sharpening again, as if being twisted under a microscope. much better. ]
It was such a strange thing to be brought from home, but it's not like I had much of a choice in the matter. I had my Wind Slasher on my person, and a bow, but... ah! Fate is cruel to this Marquis.
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My apologies, it's a song my siblings enjoy. You mentioned family, so I couldn't help but think of home.
[Pleasant thoughts, or no? His posture is as relaxed as ever, so it's hard to tell.]
Feeling better, sir?
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[ by. by all technicalities, he is a family man. he did just say all of his family was dead??? i'm sure it's fine,
anyway!!! ] As for your question, it's worked enough I feel less like a corpse, if that's what you're asking. Should be a little longer and then I'll be right as rain - like nothing ever happened. Thanks for the help.
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Is it so surprising? Everyone needs a reason to fight, after all.
[To keep fighting, perhaps, is the more accurate phrase; a reason beyond an innate desire to stir up trouble. His Abyssal master has his gratitude, and his Tsaritsa has his respect, but it's his family that has his love. He certainly wouldn't end any letters to his Archon with Yours faithfully, your loyal knight.
And hey, Gu Yun can be a family man if he wants. As a treat.]
Of course, of course. We're friends, aren't we? [Are they. Is that what this is.] Though, like I said, I'm a bit surprised. I'm sure our gracious hosts [
waves hand in fake mg] would've been willing to spare you the headache.no subject
anyway. that answer comes with a laugh, short and bright. right now gu yun's head feels approximately like it's going to explode, but it does nothing for his sense of humor as he waves his hand, dispelling the notion of either the hosts or their friendship. ]
I've got the tools to fix it myself, so I might as well do so. Besides, I've got some dignity to hold onto - the last thing I would've wanted to do was vomit at their feet while I was asking.
[ gross. also, he'd rather die than ask for help, so even if it was a regular hangover and not Debilitating Loss of Senses he would've laid here and suffered and then pretended to be normal. now, with his liuli glass back on, the world is sharpening again, as if being twisted under a microscope. much better. ]
It was such a strange thing to be brought from home, but it's not like I had much of a choice in the matter. I had my Wind Slasher on my person, and a bow, but... ah! Fate is cruel to this Marquis.
[ Is it. Is It. ]