Yeah... didn't want to listen to a thing she said, but. I realized she wasn't there to hurt me, but to help me. Perhaps we weren't in the best condition to do so at first ourselves, but...
[ it's affection week so i'm sorry taking both hand and claw carefully in both his paws... carefully, gently. ]
I strive to offer the same now. You gave us the chance. Worked with us when the odds were hardly in anyone's favor. So I'm grateful. Always.
well-- at this point, io is one of the few people who has claw rights, so he's allowed to hold it along with gregor's normal hand.]
You've been doing just fine with that, I'd say. I'm- glad we ended up giving you guys more of a shot, y'know? This place would feel a lot different without talking to you.
[ it's. affection week. i keep saying to myself to justify just leaning forward and giving gregor a very gently forehead-to-forehead headbutt. like a bull. just bonk softly. buddy. ]
[ i am not killing you i am just here minding my business. you're the one who tucked him in with a bug after this on sunday. FINALLY LOGS INTO MY ACCOUNT. in any case, he will eventually pull away, just a little bit, to give him a weak smile. ]
Sorry. Just felt good to do that for a moment. It's been a long day... hasn't it...
It amazes me, how despite all the violence there is still enough in people for this sort of thing. The waves and... everything aside. There is a gentleness in all of it that people desire, I think.
Well, you saw that I was... different, when I was younger. After the war, I grew to crave the kind of liveliness I'd been missing, living in a nightmare like that. I picked up a real fondness for humor.
I think we all want something like that, whether we realize it or we don't. Something to help ease the hurt from the rest of it.
It's hard to heal from everything we see during hard times - war is like that... even then, the wound doesn't heal all the way.
[ but they nod, because he's right. he's hitting the nail on the head, really! ]
Sometimes humor's all we got, huh? Can't seem to find any bad jokes to make here... but if I could, I would.
[ lifting a hand but just kind of trying to still hold both hands with one. how? he's trying. he's just trying. just kind of gently boops gregor's chin. ]
Could just call this whole situation a bad joke of its own, 'ne?
[chin booped... his head tilts up slightly with the touch, and after a brief moment of surprise-- it gets a little grin out of him, a half-laugh at the gesture. a faint dusting of pink over his cheeks.]
... always keeping my head high, Io. How else am I supposed to look anybody in the eye?
[ it's saturday, and it's somber, but you know what. gregor needs a hug perhaps so just going to telegraph a lunge and scoop him into a hug, careful for any old injuries if this clown didn't get in a pod still. ]
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Actions say a lot, though.
[and io's have always said plenty for him.]
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[ it was. very touch and go in the beginning, and io just kind of tiredly gives a faint smile to that. ]
Hell... I didn't trust Gloriana at first... she had to hose me down to get me to listen to anything she said.
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[faintly amused, there.]
I know you can be stubborn, but I honestly wouldn't have figured.
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Yeah... didn't want to listen to a thing she said, but. I realized she wasn't there to hurt me, but to help me. Perhaps we weren't in the best condition to do so at first ourselves, but...
[ it's affection week so i'm sorry taking both hand and claw carefully in both his paws... carefully, gently. ]
I strive to offer the same now. You gave us the chance. Worked with us when the odds were hardly in anyone's favor. So I'm grateful. Always.
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well-- at this point, io is one of the few people who has claw rights, so he's allowed to hold it along with gregor's normal hand.]
You've been doing just fine with that, I'd say. I'm- glad we ended up giving you guys more of a shot, y'know? This place would feel a lot different without talking to you.
[...]
You, specifically, not just... all of you guys.
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like this it would be very easy to-
nope that's not a thought he's acknowledging after the most awkward week of his life]
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Sorry. Just felt good to do that for a moment. It's been a long day... hasn't it...
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[still giving him a little grin back, though. it was nice. maybe he needed that, after a day like this.
he's not letting go of his hand.]
Don't have to say sorry if I don't mind it, y'know.
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[ gentle squeeze. to both. ]
It amazes me, how despite all the violence there is still enough in people for this sort of thing. The waves and... everything aside. There is a gentleness in all of it that people desire, I think.
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[mm. he's quiet, for a few moments.]
Well, you saw that I was... different, when I was younger. After the war, I grew to crave the kind of liveliness I'd been missing, living in a nightmare like that. I picked up a real fondness for humor.
I think we all want something like that, whether we realize it or we don't. Something to help ease the hurt from the rest of it.
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[ but they nod, because he's right. he's hitting the nail on the head, really! ]
Sometimes humor's all we got, huh? Can't seem to find any bad jokes to make here... but if I could, I would.
[ lifting a hand but just kind of trying to still hold both hands with one. how? he's trying. he's just trying. just kind of gently boops gregor's chin. ]
We'll just have to keep our heads high.
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[chin booped... his head tilts up slightly with the touch, and after a brief moment of surprise-- it gets a little grin out of him, a half-laugh at the gesture. a faint dusting of pink over his cheeks.]
... always keeping my head high, Io. How else am I supposed to look anybody in the eye?
[too damn many tall people on this ship.]
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[ stop being so short then (he's average height) stop being so short. shrimp. ]
Get a stool.
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[making a FACE. he's short! it's not his FAULT.]
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[ a low chuckle. look at that dumb face. he pats his chest gently. easy, now. ]
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[huffs. he doesn't object to the pat, though.]
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[no kids no house no degree. damn.]
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[IO. PLEASE.]
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[ it's saturday, and it's somber, but you know what. gregor needs a hug perhaps so just going to telegraph a lunge and scoop him into a hug, careful for any old injuries if this clown didn't get in a pod still. ]
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[HE'S NOT EXPECTING TO GET SCOOPED! even if it's telegraphed a bit!
gregor lets it happen, though, regular arm reflexively hooking over his shoulders to hang on so he doesn't get dropped.]
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