C-4, I do that damage—My ego is titanic
Hearing such commendations from Frey almost doesn't seem real, not when it's been one accusation after another about all his shortcomings and mistakes as of late, from a multitude of voices. It lingers as surely as the heat they've conjured though, and eventually it coaxes a careful smile to his face. He watches the magic settle into the parchment with all the relief of seeing work made real, that at least out of everything, something had been made instead of destroyed.
"You're too kind, Frey," he murmurs, attention flicking to their lips, artfully seductive with their curve even as they speak, or perhaps especially when they do. "That's the plan, but still have to be willing to listen to it." He fights to keep back the tug that threatens to draw his smile down, the bitterness trying to roll back in. As Frey wags a spoon at him, utterly unbothered, he'd be lying if it wasn't somewhat contagious, and his features steady with the grin. "Thank you, here's to hoping it helps."
He reaches forward to take the scrolls, tugging them like he expects Frey just might tease them out of reach if he isn't quick enough, while his other hand lifts up his own spoon like a toast to theirs. He digs into his melting sundae, a little more at ease than when he'd first arrived.
[FIN]
"You're too kind, Frey," he murmurs, attention flicking to their lips, artfully seductive with their curve even as they speak, or perhaps especially when they do. "That's the plan, but still have to be willing to listen to it." He fights to keep back the tug that threatens to draw his smile down, the bitterness trying to roll back in. As Frey wags a spoon at him, utterly unbothered, he'd be lying if it wasn't somewhat contagious, and his features steady with the grin. "Thank you, here's to hoping it helps."
He reaches forward to take the scrolls, tugging them like he expects Frey just might tease them out of reach if he isn't quick enough, while his other hand lifts up his own spoon like a toast to theirs. He digs into his melting sundae, a little more at ease than when he'd first arrived.
[FIN]
Kaisel
I woke up in self-destruction mode—Watch me go, I'ma do it again
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
