At first it's a little weird to hear Rexanna's entire backstory in one fell swoop. Like...kinda an invasion of privacy y'know? But it's also a little soothing. Knowing Rexanna trusts him with her past, one that definitely doesn't sound easy, melts a little of the ice around his heart. The part of him that had grown up angry, violent, and hurt is proud of her for refusing to be locked down and sold off like a piece of cattle. Clem respects that in her. In anyone. The will and fight to survive in a world that seeks to stop you.
[say]"She sounds like a bitch,"[/say] he grumbles, careless of his manners. They were useless things anyway. Then he eyes her sideways, and if he were capable of blushing anymore it would turn his entire face tomato red. Expressive as his face is, it's still blatantly obvious. [say]"Is...is that why ya can't have kids? Cuz uh...guys can't um..."[/say] holy shit why is it so hard to figure out how to word this in an elegant way? [say]"...get it up?"[/say]
Nailed it.
Aaaannd moving on from that awkward conversation...
The idea of people having titles boggles his mind, and Clem is already completely convinced that he loves this Queen of theirs if she's that badass. [say]"I can't wait,"[/say] he whispers vehemently almost to himself, eager for the day when he gets to inevitably shove his foot in his mouth in front of the Queen. It's going to be glorious and worth every shred of embarrassment.
Rexanna's comfort is meaningful, but he can't help but still doubt her. There's always danger. But...he supposes he can stay for a little while. Get back up on his feet. She has seemed trustworthy so far, so he nods tentatively. [say]"If you say so,"[/say] he mumbles, fidgeting with the blankets and drawing them tighter. Glances up at her from his little nest. [say]"What am I supposed to do now? I just...every day was trying to stay alive, I don't know what to do now."[/say] Rest was a foreign concept. Surely he had to make himself useful to earn his keep somehow?
[say]"She sounds like a bitch,"[/say] he grumbles, careless of his manners. They were useless things anyway. Then he eyes her sideways, and if he were capable of blushing anymore it would turn his entire face tomato red. Expressive as his face is, it's still blatantly obvious. [say]"Is...is that why ya can't have kids? Cuz uh...guys can't um..."[/say] holy shit why is it so hard to figure out how to word this in an elegant way? [say]"...get it up?"[/say]
Nailed it.
Aaaannd moving on from that awkward conversation...
The idea of people having titles boggles his mind, and Clem is already completely convinced that he loves this Queen of theirs if she's that badass. [say]"I can't wait,"[/say] he whispers vehemently almost to himself, eager for the day when he gets to inevitably shove his foot in his mouth in front of the Queen. It's going to be glorious and worth every shred of embarrassment.
Rexanna's comfort is meaningful, but he can't help but still doubt her. There's always danger. But...he supposes he can stay for a little while. Get back up on his feet. She has seemed trustworthy so far, so he nods tentatively. [say]"If you say so,"[/say] he mumbles, fidgeting with the blankets and drawing them tighter. Glances up at her from his little nest. [say]"What am I supposed to do now? I just...every day was trying to stay alive, I don't know what to do now."[/say] Rest was a foreign concept. Surely he had to make himself useful to earn his keep somehow?
