she sees angels in the architecture
"Don't worry, it happens to the best of us." You say with an overly-sympathetic frown, before returning the Star's grin. As for Sugar? Well she can shred all she likes. You'll take the tattered strips of cloth outside once she's done with them so that the birds can make a nest of them as well. What you don't know yet is that with Ronin's penchant for getting himself into sticky situations, he's bound to be back. Had you known this, you'd have just offered to make the corner a den-away-from-home for the dragonling.
Though you try—biting the inside of your cheek to keep your smile from flashing across your face too quickly—you suddenly exude excitement and interest. "Is that...from the world you came from before?" You ask, trying and failing at being casual about it. "Oh? Why's that?" This is genuinely asked, your eyebrows furrowing beneath your thick bangs.
"Doctor Guildenstern. He's much better when it comes to mental and emotional illnesses and exams. I'm just here for the skin and bones and squishy stuff." Waggling your fingers, you begin at the top: Reaching forward with gloved hands you feel Ronin's jawline, your fingers working at his skull and feeling the inevitable places that it shows sign of previous injuries. Were he not a soldier, you'd be concerned. But, given who he is now and who he was in the past, you just make a mental note of it and move on. Working down to his shoulders and arms. "Clearly you've never gotten yourself more than a papercut," You note as your fingers trail over various scar, both old and new. "The dragoons will be a cake-walk for you."
Though you try—biting the inside of your cheek to keep your smile from flashing across your face too quickly—you suddenly exude excitement and interest. "Is that...from the world you came from before?" You ask, trying and failing at being casual about it. "Oh? Why's that?" This is genuinely asked, your eyebrows furrowing beneath your thick bangs.
"Doctor Guildenstern. He's much better when it comes to mental and emotional illnesses and exams. I'm just here for the skin and bones and squishy stuff." Waggling your fingers, you begin at the top: Reaching forward with gloved hands you feel Ronin's jawline, your fingers working at his skull and feeling the inevitable places that it shows sign of previous injuries. Were he not a soldier, you'd be concerned. But, given who he is now and who he was in the past, you just make a mental note of it and move on. Working down to his shoulders and arms. "Clearly you've never gotten yourself more than a papercut," You note as your fingers trail over various scar, both old and new. "The dragoons will be a cake-walk for you."
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