LOREN
As Oliver mentioned he had an idea, Loren crossed his arms. He was still staring at the setup. ”Clearly.” There was something weirdly dull about his voice, a monotone that betrayed nothing about his mood beyond his weariness. His expression wasn't much better.
His eyes narrowed as his houseguest explained his idea, such that it was. "I'm sorry, Bastien told you what?" Then the summoner shook his head. "I told you I didn't like art. So why ask for my help with this? What are you hoping to accomplish here?" Arms still crossed, he tilted his head as he stared at the other man. Although the Launceleyn did his best to take steadying breaths and keep his emotions out of the bond, a little of his uncertainty and annoyance trickled through their mental link.
His eyes narrowed as his houseguest explained his idea, such that it was. "I'm sorry, Bastien told you what?" Then the summoner shook his head. "I told you I didn't like art. So why ask for my help with this? What are you hoping to accomplish here?" Arms still crossed, he tilted his head as he stared at the other man. Although the Launceleyn did his best to take steadying breaths and keep his emotions out of the bond, a little of his uncertainty and annoyance trickled through their mental link.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
