[Good thing nobody here is superstitious or prescient or anything; oodles of confidence in the success of their endeavors can simply be what they are, without having to be genre savvy about it. Palamedes shoots him a grin, for their partnership and also for Rio, who will receive several pets, even. She's just so... large. And pink. Amazing.
Actually— nope, he can't sit still for ten minutes, he's already scooting to the edge of the couch and then down to the floor, leaning back into the cushions, to do his part in contributing to how spoiled she is.
He glances up from behind all these frills, eyebrow raised at Viktor's completely accurate assessment of his compartmentalizing. If Viktor were anyone else he might be a little bothered at probably the most piercing take he's gotten so far? Mostly, he just gets polite silence about Camilla. That Viktor is getting away with it is credit to Palamedes' fondness for him, certainly. Hmhmhm...]
I'm... practical. [Most Of The Time, and everything.] She'd give me hell if I fell apart in the interim, and I'd hate to disappoint. If you can't tell that I'm a complete mess, I must be handling it deftly.
[Joke? Maybe? He is adept at holding it together, except for when he isn't, so this is more or less true.
Now, that's two nice things Viktor says in a row, which soften him completely in an instant. He can't honestly remember the last time he felt relaxed enough to sit on the floor and pet animals? Not, obviously, the specific circumstances, but he's lived through so many high-stress events in quick succession. Personal connection and emotional self-care really do work, wow...
Well then. He does something stupid-looking with his shoulders, trying to point at the couch behind him but also not stop petting Rio - please just go with it.]
I'm not going anywhere, if I can help it. In the meantime, it's a well-known fact that all kitchen chairs are hellishly uncomfortable after a mere ten minutes, and the couch is free now. [Ahem!! Get over here and Relax, it's a brand new experience.]
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Actually— nope, he can't sit still for ten minutes, he's already scooting to the edge of the couch and then down to the floor, leaning back into the cushions, to do his part in contributing to how spoiled she is.
He glances up from behind all these frills, eyebrow raised at Viktor's completely accurate assessment of his compartmentalizing. If Viktor were anyone else he might be a little bothered at probably the most piercing take he's gotten so far? Mostly, he just gets polite silence about Camilla. That Viktor is getting away with it is credit to Palamedes' fondness for him, certainly. Hmhmhm...]
I'm... practical. [Most Of The Time, and everything.] She'd give me hell if I fell apart in the interim, and I'd hate to disappoint. If you can't tell that I'm a complete mess, I must be handling it deftly.
[Joke? Maybe? He is adept at holding it together, except for when he isn't, so this is more or less true.
Now, that's two nice things Viktor says in a row, which soften him completely in an instant. He can't honestly remember the last time he felt relaxed enough to sit on the floor and pet animals? Not, obviously, the specific circumstances, but he's lived through so many high-stress events in quick succession. Personal connection and emotional self-care really do work, wow...
Well then. He does something stupid-looking with his shoulders, trying to point at the couch behind him but also not stop petting Rio - please just go with it.]
I'm not going anywhere, if I can help it. In the meantime, it's a well-known fact that all kitchen chairs are hellishly uncomfortable after a mere ten minutes, and the couch is free now. [Ahem!! Get over here and Relax, it's a brand new experience.]