the dark star
"...Huh. Yeah, when you put it like that, I--" and that's when she smooshes her hands against his cheeks, "--shupose it'sh twue." Then she releases him, and he rubs at his jaw, shooting her childish pout. Still, he snorts to hear of Stormbreak. "It's simultaneously very surprising, but also par for the course at this point. Still, when a god tells you you're going somewhere..." His shoulders lift in a shrug.
Gently swinging his feet, he's not impressed when his attempts to shy away from the stethoscope are met with a warm, firm hand, and he suffers through it with what he considers an enormous amount of indignity. "Oh, let me guess. He's going to find something stereotypically peculiar about the colour choice, and connect it, inevitably, to my mother?" He grins.
Talk of Remi has him relaxing though, inevitably, his smile softening to something sweet and entirely out of place given his surly attitude at the door. "Man, hawk, manticore," he says. "You're wrong, though. He isn't quite handsome. He is very handsome. And smart. I think he'd like you."
Gently swinging his feet, he's not impressed when his attempts to shy away from the stethoscope are met with a warm, firm hand, and he suffers through it with what he considers an enormous amount of indignity. "Oh, let me guess. He's going to find something stereotypically peculiar about the colour choice, and connect it, inevitably, to my mother?" He grins.
Talk of Remi has him relaxing though, inevitably, his smile softening to something sweet and entirely out of place given his surly attitude at the door. "Man, hawk, manticore," he says. "You're wrong, though. He isn't quite handsome. He is very handsome. And smart. I think he'd like you."
a monster in my heart
a ghost inside my chest
a ghost inside my chest
RONIN
