Mhm, quite bull-headed. That's really the one that sticks out? [is the answer, though he's quick to grimace a little at the real crime- leaving on read. talk about rude. he knows he would have been climbing up a wall of pal did the same to him, which... really, goes to show he can't call pal all this without being a bit hypocritical.]
I am sorry about that. [he tries, and hence accepting food as the ultimate punishment apparently. or at least offering an attempt to reign in his own stubbornness and conceding that pal can and is going to help. the second he sees any hint of the tether shifting to pal he'd panic, of course, but for now...
in some ways it feels like a blink and they're there, plopped on the couch as his double sits across from him on nothing like an absurd, unnerving mime. losing pal's touch doesn't immediately bring any silver back, it isn't until he focuses on staring at his mimic that it starts to creep up again like a punishment for the world's most unsettling staredown.
he lets go of his crutch where he had been holding it tightly, letting it rest against the nearby wall to take the sandwich.] I have notes, somewhere... observations. They can move through solid matter to stay with their target, they will break their mimicry in small ways to course correct and remain in eyeshot if possible. Any harm done to them is reflected on the user, they repel water and presumably other liquids.
[eat the sandwich pal slaved over a hot bottle of jam for. he does take a bite, and some of that silver that creeped back up recedes with the fact pal make food for him, of all the stupid little things.
he's slowly chewing his first bite and regarding the sandwich like it holds some mystery, because it does, in a way. of all the things they've done, of all the little moments and vocal affirmations, this is the one that finally strikes something in him. maybe it's the undercity in him, food and offering it always had a different connotation when food was largely scarce. maybe it's being too worn down for mental gymnastics, maybe it's a lot of things but when he glances at pal he finally thinks back to pal cupping his jaw and what the next logical step often was with such an action.
oh.
his eyes go back to the sandwich, heart rate picking up but not exactly surprised. oh. he closes his eyes and struggles with what happened with information like this. he didn't get 'crushes,' he could recognize when someone was attractive and appreciate that fact, he could understand the lure of wanting to spend time with someone for their personality but a draw that comes from such a deeply vulnerable place is-
he takes another bite of his sandwich like a stalling tactic. pal got him fruit he never tried before the first time he came over, and he wonders if that isn't where this started. the talks before even? their ridiculous little heist that holds a special place in his heart.]
T-thank you. [he does manage eventually, trying to go with compartmentalizing as a tactic to deal with the sudden onslaught of information and everything he currently needs to re-establish ie their interactions. he needs charts for this.
what this does on a tether is probably a bit odd, a sort of faded quality to some of it's edges but a sharpness in other areas. a rollercoaster one way or another.]
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I am sorry about that. [he tries, and hence accepting food as the ultimate punishment apparently. or at least offering an attempt to reign in his own stubbornness and conceding that pal can and is going to help. the second he sees any hint of the tether shifting to pal he'd panic, of course, but for now...
in some ways it feels like a blink and they're there, plopped on the couch as his double sits across from him on nothing like an absurd, unnerving mime. losing pal's touch doesn't immediately bring any silver back, it isn't until he focuses on staring at his mimic that it starts to creep up again like a punishment for the world's most unsettling staredown.
he lets go of his crutch where he had been holding it tightly, letting it rest against the nearby wall to take the sandwich.] I have notes, somewhere... observations. They can move through solid matter to stay with their target, they will break their mimicry in small ways to course correct and remain in eyeshot if possible. Any harm done to them is reflected on the user, they repel water and presumably other liquids.
[eat the sandwich pal slaved over a hot bottle of jam for. he does take a bite, and some of that silver that creeped back up recedes with the fact pal make food for him, of all the stupid little things.
he's slowly chewing his first bite and regarding the sandwich like it holds some mystery, because it does, in a way. of all the things they've done, of all the little moments and vocal affirmations, this is the one that finally strikes something in him. maybe it's the undercity in him, food and offering it always had a different connotation when food was largely scarce. maybe it's being too worn down for mental gymnastics, maybe it's a lot of things but when he glances at pal he finally thinks back to pal cupping his jaw and what the next logical step often was with such an action.
oh.
his eyes go back to the sandwich, heart rate picking up but not exactly surprised. oh. he closes his eyes and struggles with what happened with information like this. he didn't get 'crushes,' he could recognize when someone was attractive and appreciate that fact, he could understand the lure of wanting to spend time with someone for their personality but a draw that comes from such a deeply vulnerable place is-
he takes another bite of his sandwich like a stalling tactic. pal got him fruit he never tried before the first time he came over, and he wonders if that isn't where this started. the talks before even? their ridiculous little heist that holds a special place in his heart.]
T-thank you. [he does manage eventually, trying to go with compartmentalizing as a tactic to deal with the sudden onslaught of information and everything he currently needs to re-establish ie their interactions. he needs charts for this.
what this does on a tether is probably a bit odd, a sort of faded quality to some of it's edges but a sharpness in other areas. a rollercoaster one way or another.]