underneath is a man! a small, kind of gaunt man, with black hair that's pulled back into a ponytail. his gold eyes are catlike, a slit pupil. he has long, pointy ears, dark circles around his eyes, and fangs that poke out from his mouth. but the most important thing to note is the thorn crown made of pure gold around his head. it seems to be growing in and out of his skull, and digs in painfully here and there.
[Hm. And to think, she passed up a perfectly good opportunity to be petty and vote for Law. Oh, well.]
Well, I don't take back what I said. But— Thank you. You know, for showing me. [HIS FACE...] I just wish there was something I could do to help with the pain. High tolerance or not, it's not as great as not feeling it at all.
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It doesn't matter. I'm not unused to this.
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I don't know... Even if you're used to it, you're still bothered by it. I think that matters.
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Whatever respect I had for him dissolved when he rolled over to die. [they say, looking away.] I don't want to talk about this.
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[The repression... Buddy...]
What would you like to talk about instead?
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[and then, very exhaustedly:] Don't... freak out.
[those are very much words they're not used to saying.]
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[Well, she will try. That's good enough?]
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underneath is a man! a small, kind of gaunt man, with black hair that's pulled back into a ponytail. his gold eyes are catlike, a slit pupil. he has long, pointy ears, dark circles around his eyes, and fangs that poke out from his mouth. but the most important thing to note is the thorn crown made of pure gold around his head. it seems to be growing in and out of his skull, and digs in painfully here and there.
it's a little rusty in parts.
he just watches her for a second.]
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is just going to stare back
like she's waiting for something worse in terms of body horror to pop up
and then, suddenly—]
Oh. Oh, shit. This is the something.
[She half-expected him to be falling apart? Whew.]
Does it... hurt?
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Yes. I have high pain tolerance. [.......] It's the source of the bleeding.
[he WASN'T CRYING, SHEILA.]
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[Hm. And to think, she passed up a perfectly good opportunity to be petty and vote for Law. Oh, well.]
Well, I don't take back what I said. But— Thank you. You know, for showing me. [HIS FACE...] I just wish there was something I could do to help with the pain. High tolerance or not, it's not as great as not feeling it at all.
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[...] You earned it. [his face, he means. not that it matters because nobody recognizes who pride is oocly anyway]
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... I'm not sure what I did to get there, but I'm glad. Plus, I like being able to see what kind of face you're making at me when we talk.
[Now she will know for sure when she is being judged? Nice.
Also, proud of you for kinning Jan.]
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Parent to... parent. [he says, awkwardly.] You've been respectful.
[that's a big part of it. to pride, anyway.]
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[She touches her chest, flattered.]
Parent to parent, know you can count on me for anything. [A beat.] ... Mostly anything! Doesn't have to be parent stuff, either.
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I'll keep it in mind.
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[Waggles a finger at him. She will now die for him and his jingle baby.]