[ falco listens the same way any child would when presented with a good story; he enjoyed them, reminded of the times he’d sit with erwin by the kitchen of their odd little home in santa rosita, as he recovered from the ugly modification that was forced upon his jaw (that now holds no physical scars, all thanks to his biology). childish curiosity compels falco to question to himself what that forbidden ingredient was, but he refrains. and a good choice that was, for he’d have his doubt answered quite quickly if he simply continued as he did— oh, said his fallen features immediately. it didn’t take much more puzzle-fixing to understand that the secret wasn’t simply an animal, that’d be too easy and acceptable. it was something special. someone special. a person, he could guess as much. ]
Of course. You wouldn’t— and I’ll teach you how to start off better than that.
[ as much as paul has decided to make the story more appropriate, it still hits close to home, regardless. ]
Your family’s not, [ how would he word it, ] disfavored because of that, right?
[ he’s mildly concerned, but it doesn’t show entirely in how he still smiles and keeps serene— because he was disfavored for an ancestor’s sin. greatly so. ]
no subject
Of course. You wouldn’t— and I’ll teach you how to start off better than that.
[ as much as paul has decided to make the story more appropriate, it still hits close to home, regardless. ]
Your family’s not, [ how would he word it, ] disfavored because of that, right?
[ he’s mildly concerned, but it doesn’t show entirely in how he still smiles and keeps serene— because he was disfavored for an ancestor’s sin. greatly so. ]