I - it is very strange! [ this is so mortifying. but, flustered, he also rubs into her hands and peeks at her from under his bangs. ] ... I am guessing yours doesn't make people want to just pet fluffy animals...?
No, I don't need a drink to want that. [she says, and then immediately makes an expression that's like... offended? bamboozled. like she surprised herself with what she said and now she's who is that dog in the mirror-ing at herself.]
... I think that I am either drunk, or this drink is making me... say things. [NYEH
also she instinctively brushes his bangs into his eyes like a bully. don't look at her she's dying]
[ okay. focus, focus, don't think about the ear scratches. if his head tilts into it a little further even while rondo is very clearly trying to keep his full attention on throné and consider the drink related problem that she is currently having, then don't worry about it. ]
... You don't seem very drunk to me - ack! [ and then his bangs re in his face!! he sputters a little, reaching up to try and get them back out of his eyes. like a baby. ] Hey, don't distract from it...!
[... casually scritches at a different angle to see if she can get his leg to start kicking, tbh
the spluttering makes her smirk just slightly, but:]
I don't feel drunk. [anyway she's not getting into what her drink does, she refuses to elaborate] This is the natural conclusion for you, I think. [dog ears is his final form]
Growing ears...? My natural conclusion is supposed to be the Flameguard...
[ he is BULLIED. as he turns his head another way to let her scritch another angle. like thank god there's not a tail involved because if he had one it would be wagging at a hundred miles an hour.
no! focus!! focus, rondo! do not kick your leg like a dog!! ]
So... talking. Saying things...? What kind of things is it making you say...? You haven't said anything - well, you said something embarrassing, but it was for me, not you.
[ about being a dog. because he is a dog. this is not very good for his dignity but then again, rondo doesn't actually have that much dignity? this is a key point of his character.
anyway. he is still leaning into the ear scritches but trying very valiantly to Not let throné steer the questions away. instead, earnestly, trying very hard to be helpful and/or comforting, he adds: ] ... You haven't said anything bad, Throné. Expressing the honest way you feel about things is a good thing.
[ and now that he's put his bangs back into place, he drops his hands into his lap. ] If there's something you're worried about saying, though, it'd be safe with me. I swear it on my honor as a Knight Ardante.
people don't, like. they just don't say things like this to her. some of the travelers are very good about this - hikari and partitio both have given her genuinely kind affirmations in the past, but it still makes her want to hide or deflect or just. yell, internally. this isn't even the worst she's heard, even! it's just that it's so earnest and she's not used to conversations where she doesn't have to be 100% on her guard at all times.
silence, for a moment, and then she pulls her hand away from his ears because it's not distracting him enough. this is now a punishment he can have pets when she's not pouting]
Yes, I know that you'd keep it to yourself. [she says finally, picking up the drink again. fidgety.] I don't like to tell people anything about myself, especially not how I feel. They'll use it against me. They always have.
[things the drink just has her say that it'd be like pulling teeth to get out of her otherwise for 500]
[ oh... this makes him frown, immediately. (the pets or the statement ? yes)
when throné pulls her hand away, he does reach up to kind of fix his fluff, though it does not work and he gives up on it immediately. his ears droop a little, and he frowns, scooting a little closer to her so no one can overhear their conversation. ]
... I'm sorry that people have used something like that against you. [ he can't even imagine that - then again, rondo wears his heart on his sleeve in every way possible. for better or for worse. ] Even the positive things... people can be awfully cruel, sometimes.
[ from what little he has gleaned about throné, it breaks his heart to hear it. he frowns a little further, looking down at his cup that he has now also abandoned. ]
I don't know that it helps, but... it makes me happy to hear about you. [ there's a beat - and then his ears perk! and he scoots a little closer. ] And if it makes you very uncomfortable, then perhaps I will just - not say anything! Until it passes. It shouldn't take too long, right? And then you wouldn't have to say anything you don't want to.
[she's... embarrassed? a little. when he scoots closer to her, she shifts, instinctively closing herself off, pulling her arms and legs in and making herself a bit smaller. it's a learned response to anybody getting close enough, not just him, and she has to convince herself to ease up. un-tense, not hug her arm around her waist as tightly as she's got it.
he's not a danger to her. she knows that. he's safe.]
You're ridiculous. [she says, and it'd be meaner or scarier if she wasn't so obviously pouting. a beat.] ... You're so kind. Someone is going to hurt you because of it, with all those stars in your eyes. I wish I could be like that.
[a
pause. puts her entire hand over her face with a groan.]
I don't think that it cares if you're silent or not. [she grits out.]
[ oh... throné thinks he's kind? the ridiculous comment is more normal, and he's touched, at first, visibly, actually touched, but as she continues...
well. rondo's smile softens a little - there's something unmistakably sad to it, and he decides not to address it when she keeps talking, instead just letting out a little laugh and a sympathetic, ] Oh, no.
[ poor throné. he lifts his hand to the bar to get a water sent down their way, then takes it and sets it gently in front of her when she's got her face in her hands. ]
I think you're very kind, Throné. [ maybe it makes it worse if he addresses it. should he address it. would solutions be better. ] Mm... well, maybe it's about what you think about? What are you thinking about? Maybe you can blurt out things that aren't too much that way...?
[screams!!! no!!! she isn't kind!!! she's an awful, selfish person and everybody should think that too!!!
she doesn't say anything about that part, swallowing it down roughly. she doesn't want to get into her self-esteem, because she isn't even really all that aware of it herself, and also because she doesn't like it when he looks sad. genuinely sad, not bullied.
which is why he catches her off guard with that question, even as she's reaching for the water:]
I'm thinking about how much I dislike making you look sad. [lord]
[ oh. see, this is why he thinks you're kind. because you are kind.
that's the first thing that crosses rondo's mind - he lifts his hands up for a moment, then presses them to his own face. what a genuine, sweet thing to say, even if she didn't mean to say it out loud, and rondo bites his lip to keep from making a bit deal about it, instead squishing his own cheeks gently. ]
Sad - I'm not sad. [ well. maybe it's obvious. ] You didn't do anything, I was just - you just reminded me of something, that's all. [ with a smile, bright: ] So, that's nothing to worry too much about!
[ and then the smile softens a little further. ] ... It's really sweet of you to say that, though. [ a beat. ] Even though you didn't want to say it - I'm not doing very well at being distracting.
[she's caught between like, being amused at him putting his hands on his face like he can feel if he's sad or not, and being mortified. she has her hand up, fingers massaging at the bridge of her nose, expression pinched, but. she's not mad at him! she is just exasperated with drinks like these, the ones that strip you of all privacy.]
... You do fine. [she says, after a minute, with a short sigh.] You're the one I look forward to talking to the most when things are difficult.
[she sounds resigned when she says, having given up.]
Don't say that I'm sweet. I'm not. You'll be disappointed.
[ ah. well. the resigned tone makes him look sympathetic, but he looks downright touched when she says that about talking to him, and then she immediately... ]
... Throné, you can't think saying things like that and then saying I'll be disappointed can exist in the same sphere, can you...?
[ these two statements cannot coexist ]
You're proving yourself wrong. [ a beat. ] Besides, it'd be really hard to disappoint me. I'm not unrealistic - [ and the bar is so unbelievably low, because the last person who turned out to be what they weren't turned his entire life and quite nearly all of orsterra on its head ] - and... you wouldn't let me believe a lie when it comes to that kind of thing, anyway.
it's not that she doesn't think he thinks that. there are a lot of very good people that she's known over her life that thought highly of her when they didn't know the extent of the worst of her. she wants to be good, she wants to be worth knowing, but she's tainted. she's had grave dirt embedded in her soul since she was born, and she knows that for sure, these days.]
Maybe I'm waiting for you to drop your guard so I can stab you in the back. [she says dryly. that's not the drink, sometimes you aren't sure what to say in response to someone so you're just an asshole instead.]
[ well. confidently, and immediately, with a smile: ]
You aren't.
[ because he knows what betrayal looks like. he knows it so intimately that he dreams about it at night. he knows it sneaks up on you, he knows sometimes you can know someone and not really know them at all.
but throné's not like that, and he knows it. she's trusting him right now, with this conversation, and he can tell that's hard for her, and yet. here they are. instead of being convinced by her putting up a spike, he'll just hold that trust tenderly in his hands.
he reaches for the lemon drink after a moment. can't beat em, join em. ]
[don't drink the horrible secrets drink!! she doesn't want him to suffer through it either, which is why she reaches and puts a hand on top of his. there's no hesitation there, funnily enough.]
... You don't have to. [she glances at him, and - at his puppy ears, and those make her lips twitch at the corners, she can't help it.]
[ solidarity!!!! the ears perk a little - he peeks up at her from under his bangs, and smiles at her, all warm and genuine, hand curling a little underneath hers. ]
Unless you want to drink the milk, but if you do that, I'm definitely drinking this one.
[not the perky ears, she looks like she is a touch flustered in a huffy way at the ears and genuine smile combination. rude.]
... The worst that happens is I grow ears, I suppose. [she glances at the milk drink.] Fine. We trade.
[fair is fair! she thinks that the ears are not as embarrassing as blurting all your thoughts out, but it's still something, and she works in scales. so. before he can say anything, she reaches over and takes a drink of the milk.
and a pair of kitty ears appear on her head, the same color as her hair.]
[ rondo drinks the drink! the flavor is nice - it's sweet and kind of refreshing, honestly? it's fine for his ye olde palate, and he smacks his lips a little thoughtfully.
when he looks up, he stops, though, and then just lights up. ]
- Oh! Throné, you're a cat! How cute....!
[ is this a drink related honest thought or is this an actual honest thought out of his mouth. hard to say ]
[ he's excited!!!!! the ears... this is so cute.... maybe this milk drink isn't that bad. ]
It suits you! You're very catlike. [ again. it is very hard to tell if rondo's actually impacted by this lemon drink or if he's just like this. he leans forward a little curiously to peer at the ears more - then, seems to remember something and digs around in his pocket for the phone he was issued! he's not great with this thing, honestly, his pictures are usually blurry, but he pulls it out and fiddles with it until he can turn the selfie screen on, then turns it towards her so she can see herself. ]
At least there's not a tail, right? Haha. That'd be embarrassing.
[she gives him a bemused look at that first part, like she's not sure if that's a compliment. she's taking it as one because rondo is rondo, at least.]
It would be embarrassing. [she agrees, giving him a little half-smile. it'd be embarrassing for you, is what that expression is saying. but then he turns the camera on, and shows her - and she looks, head tilting.
when she spots the ears, they twitch.]
... They remind me of Ochette. [she says, after a moment. in a sort of like... not sad, but weh, i miss my friends, way.]
[ ochette, ochette... ah!! his ears perk up immediately in recognition as he remembers the name. ]
That's one of the people that you travel with. She's... a hunter, right? I think that's right. Does she really like cats? [ there's a pause, and then just completely offhandedly, as he's taking another sip of his drink: ] Ah, wow, your smile is pretty.
[ he
promptly chokes on said drink and starts to turn red, immediately, coughing and waving his hand to try and wave it off like no, no, he's cool ]
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I - it is very strange! [ this is so mortifying. but, flustered, he also rubs into her hands and peeks at her from under his bangs. ] ... I am guessing yours doesn't make people want to just pet fluffy animals...?
[ great deduction genius ]
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No, I don't need a drink to want that. [she says, and then immediately makes an expression that's like... offended? bamboozled. like she surprised herself with what she said and now she's who is that dog in the mirror-ing at herself.]
... I think that I am either drunk, or this drink is making me... say things. [NYEH
also she instinctively brushes his bangs into his eyes like a bully. don't look at her she's dying]
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... You don't seem very drunk to me - ack! [ and then his bangs re in his face!! he sputters a little, reaching up to try and get them back out of his eyes. like a baby. ] Hey, don't distract from it...!
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the spluttering makes her smirk just slightly, but:]
I don't feel drunk. [anyway she's not getting into what her drink does, she refuses to elaborate] This is the natural conclusion for you, I think. [dog ears is his final form]
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[ he is BULLIED. as he turns his head another way to let her scritch another angle. like thank god there's not a tail involved because if he had one it would be wagging at a hundred miles an hour.
no! focus!! focus, rondo! do not kick your leg like a dog!! ]
So... talking. Saying things...? What kind of things is it making you say...? You haven't said anything - well, you said something embarrassing, but it was for me, not you.
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but. she wrinkles her nose, and puts the drink down.]
... Things I'd rather not say out loud. [because the drink isn't going to let her get away with dodging.] What did I say that embarrassed you, hm?
[valiantly trying to steer the ship away from her, here]
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[ about being a dog. because he is a dog. this is not very good for his dignity but then again, rondo doesn't actually have that much dignity? this is a key point of his character.
anyway. he is still leaning into the ear scritches but trying very valiantly to Not let throné steer the questions away. instead, earnestly, trying very hard to be helpful and/or comforting, he adds: ] ... You haven't said anything bad, Throné. Expressing the honest way you feel about things is a good thing.
[ and now that he's put his bangs back into place, he drops his hands into his lap. ] If there's something you're worried about saying, though, it'd be safe with me. I swear it on my honor as a Knight Ardante.
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people don't, like. they just don't say things like this to her. some of the travelers are very good about this - hikari and partitio both have given her genuinely kind affirmations in the past, but it still makes her want to hide or deflect or just. yell, internally. this isn't even the worst she's heard, even! it's just that it's so earnest and she's not used to conversations where she doesn't have to be 100% on her guard at all times.
silence, for a moment, and then she pulls her hand away from his ears because it's not distracting him enough. this is now a punishment he can have pets when she's not pouting]
Yes, I know that you'd keep it to yourself. [she says finally, picking up the drink again. fidgety.] I don't like to tell people anything about myself, especially not how I feel. They'll use it against me. They always have.
[things the drink just has her say that it'd be like pulling teeth to get out of her otherwise for 500]
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when throné pulls her hand away, he does reach up to kind of fix his fluff, though it does not work and he gives up on it immediately. his ears droop a little, and he frowns, scooting a little closer to her so no one can overhear their conversation. ]
... I'm sorry that people have used something like that against you. [ he can't even imagine that - then again, rondo wears his heart on his sleeve in every way possible. for better or for worse. ] Even the positive things... people can be awfully cruel, sometimes.
[ from what little he has gleaned about throné, it breaks his heart to hear it. he frowns a little further, looking down at his cup that he has now also abandoned. ]
I don't know that it helps, but... it makes me happy to hear about you. [ there's a beat - and then his ears perk! and he scoots a little closer. ] And if it makes you very uncomfortable, then perhaps I will just - not say anything! Until it passes. It shouldn't take too long, right? And then you wouldn't have to say anything you don't want to.
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he's not a danger to her. she knows that. he's safe.]
You're ridiculous. [she says, and it'd be meaner or scarier if she wasn't so obviously pouting. a beat.] ... You're so kind. Someone is going to hurt you because of it, with all those stars in your eyes. I wish I could be like that.
[a
pause. puts her entire hand over her face with a groan.]
I don't think that it cares if you're silent or not. [she grits out.]
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well. rondo's smile softens a little - there's something unmistakably sad to it, and he decides not to address it when she keeps talking, instead just letting out a little laugh and a sympathetic, ] Oh, no.
[ poor throné. he lifts his hand to the bar to get a water sent down their way, then takes it and sets it gently in front of her when she's got her face in her hands. ]
I think you're very kind, Throné. [ maybe it makes it worse if he addresses it. should he address it. would solutions be better. ] Mm... well, maybe it's about what you think about? What are you thinking about? Maybe you can blurt out things that aren't too much that way...?
[ everything is going to be too much ]
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she doesn't say anything about that part, swallowing it down roughly. she doesn't want to get into her self-esteem, because she isn't even really all that aware of it herself, and also because she doesn't like it when he looks sad. genuinely sad, not bullied.
which is why he catches her off guard with that question, even as she's reaching for the water:]
I'm thinking about how much I dislike making you look sad. [lord]
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that's the first thing that crosses rondo's mind - he lifts his hands up for a moment, then presses them to his own face. what a genuine, sweet thing to say, even if she didn't mean to say it out loud, and rondo bites his lip to keep from making a bit deal about it, instead squishing his own cheeks gently. ]
Sad - I'm not sad. [ well. maybe it's obvious. ] You didn't do anything, I was just - you just reminded me of something, that's all. [ with a smile, bright: ] So, that's nothing to worry too much about!
[ and then the smile softens a little further. ] ... It's really sweet of you to say that, though. [ a beat. ] Even though you didn't want to say it - I'm not doing very well at being distracting.
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... You do fine. [she says, after a minute, with a short sigh.] You're the one I look forward to talking to the most when things are difficult.
[she sounds resigned when she says, having given up.]
Don't say that I'm sweet. I'm not. You'll be disappointed.
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... Throné, you can't think saying things like that and then saying I'll be disappointed can exist in the same sphere, can you...?
[ these two statements cannot coexist ]
You're proving yourself wrong. [ a beat. ] Besides, it'd be really hard to disappoint me. I'm not unrealistic - [ and the bar is so unbelievably low, because the last person who turned out to be what they weren't turned his entire life and quite nearly all of orsterra on its head ] - and... you wouldn't let me believe a lie when it comes to that kind of thing, anyway.
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it's not that she doesn't think he thinks that. there are a lot of very good people that she's known over her life that thought highly of her when they didn't know the extent of the worst of her. she wants to be good, she wants to be worth knowing, but she's tainted. she's had grave dirt embedded in her soul since she was born, and she knows that for sure, these days.]
Maybe I'm waiting for you to drop your guard so I can stab you in the back. [she says dryly. that's not the drink, sometimes you aren't sure what to say in response to someone so you're just an asshole instead.]
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You aren't.
[ because he knows what betrayal looks like. he knows it so intimately that he dreams about it at night. he knows it sneaks up on you, he knows sometimes you can know someone and not really know them at all.
but throné's not like that, and he knows it. she's trusting him right now, with this conversation, and he can tell that's hard for her, and yet. here they are. instead of being convinced by her putting up a spike, he'll just hold that trust tenderly in his hands.
he reaches for the lemon drink after a moment. can't beat em, join em. ]
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[don't drink the horrible secrets drink!! she doesn't want him to suffer through it either, which is why she reaches and puts a hand on top of his. there's no hesitation there, funnily enough.]
... You don't have to. [she glances at him, and - at his puppy ears, and those make her lips twitch at the corners, she can't help it.]
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[ solidarity!!!! the ears perk a little - he peeks up at her from under his bangs, and smiles at her, all warm and genuine, hand curling a little underneath hers. ]
Unless you want to drink the milk, but if you do that, I'm definitely drinking this one.
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... The worst that happens is I grow ears, I suppose. [she glances at the milk drink.] Fine. We trade.
[fair is fair! she thinks that the ears are not as embarrassing as blurting all your thoughts out, but it's still something, and she works in scales. so. before he can say anything, she reaches over and takes a drink of the milk.
and a pair of kitty ears appear on her head, the same color as her hair.]
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when he looks up, he stops, though, and then just lights up. ]
- Oh! Throné, you're a cat! How cute....!
[ is this a drink related honest thought or is this an actual honest thought out of his mouth. hard to say ]
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he looks very excited, which means one of her ears flick, and then - both press back, just a bit, cautious.]
... A cat. [she repeats, brow furrowing as she brings her hand up to touch her ears.] I see. I wasn't expecting...
[well, maybe she's not totally surprised, but. it is very weird to have real cat ears.]
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It suits you! You're very catlike. [ again. it is very hard to tell if rondo's actually impacted by this lemon drink or if he's just like this. he leans forward a little curiously to peer at the ears more - then, seems to remember something and digs around in his pocket for the phone he was issued! he's not great with this thing, honestly, his pictures are usually blurry, but he pulls it out and fiddles with it until he can turn the selfie screen on, then turns it towards her so she can see herself. ]
At least there's not a tail, right? Haha. That'd be embarrassing.
[ at least he's a little self aware ]
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It would be embarrassing. [she agrees, giving him a little half-smile. it'd be embarrassing for you, is what that expression is saying. but then he turns the camera on, and shows her - and she looks, head tilting.
when she spots the ears, they twitch.]
... They remind me of Ochette. [she says, after a moment. in a sort of like... not sad, but weh, i miss my friends, way.]
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That's one of the people that you travel with. She's... a hunter, right? I think that's right. Does she really like cats? [ there's a pause, and then just completely offhandedly, as he's taking another sip of his drink: ] Ah, wow, your smile is pretty.
[ he
promptly chokes on said drink and starts to turn red, immediately, coughing and waving his hand to try and wave it off like no, no, he's cool ]
....anyway! Your friend!
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