...so you're just a fucken idiot then. Did you really think the world wasn't going to fight back. Couldn't you be happy making a few life for yourself? [ going to stab the back of his head with his still sharpening claws. ]
[ he's going to take a shower, not wasting much time and just clean himself up. Once he's done and he comes back, he does sort of expect Childe to have gone already but he still looks around to see if he's there instead ]
[ is he relieved that he's still there? Maybe. But he's not going to say it. Instead he's also gathering his clothes so he can dress up again ]
Kill me before I have a chance to even say anything and you'll solve your problem, no? If you can't do it alone, get the Traveler to help. Maybe even your precious Morax.
Why bother trying to figure out what you can say to change things? It really doesn't matter.
[ he stops, oozing pheromones to bring Scaramouche to his knees. he’s not trying to make him anything but submissive as his own aggression and irritation spike. his ears are pinning back and his face is mostly obscured, but his eyes glow dangerously from under his bangs. ] Revenge on who, Six, not all of us treated you like a fucken doll. [ his mask breaks a little bit more, but he swiftly turns and leaves. ]
[ Well. With the pheromones doing their job, he's forced to his knees and all that comes out of his mouth is a whimper, so he'll let him have the last word and leave this time ]
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I was only trying to defend myself. I didn't set out to destroy the world, but I'm not shedding tears over it. Get off of me. We're done here.
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[ but he does ease up on him. ]
I'm guessing there's nothing I can say to make you change your mind? [ ie, could he help him prevent the same from happening back home... ]
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[ he doesn't wait for the answer, instead he heads for the bathroom, which unlike the rest of the room, is normal. ]
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[ just idly fingers his mask before getting up and getting dressed. ]
Re: day 411, near midnight - post death.
Re: day 411, near midnight - post death.
Re: day 411, near midnight - post death.
Kill me before I have a chance to even say anything and you'll solve your problem, no? If you can't do it alone, get the Traveler to help. Maybe even your precious Morax.
Why bother trying to figure out what you can say to change things? It really doesn't matter.
Re: day 411, near midnight - post death.
Re: day 411, near midnight - post death.
Re: day 411, near midnight - post death.
Re: day 411, near midnight - post death.
Re: day 411, near midnight - post death.
Re: day 411, near midnight - post death.