Heh. That was hardly the worst offense this world committed. But it's fine. Here's to hoping this one is more hospitable to temporarily reside in.
[ Besides, if there's one thing he hates, it's someone else feeling worry or sympathy for him. So he's quite eager to change the subject, even though it did feel quite freeing to confide in someone else what he and others had been through.
The irony of her asking now, after she'd helped herself to his personal space, makes him smile. ]
No need to worry. If something makes me uncomfortable, I'll let you know.
[ He offers her his hand, proposing a different way of strolling through the market rather than simply walking side by side. ]
[ Better late than never, she's learned that much at least over the course of her lifetime.
If nothing else she's thankful he's taking things so well now and she takes the metaphorical olive branch of his outstretched hand and entwines her fingers with his. Sorry if he wanted something more platonic, this is the life he signed up for willingly hanging out with her. ]
It certainly is quite lively here. [ Her glance slides to him sidelong. ] Is it true that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach?
[ AKA is it time to try the weird market stall food on display. ]
[ He doesn't mind, not only because he initiated, but because he's reminded that company like this is nice. The envious stares he receives (and he does notice them, for once), remind him that he's quite lucky.
Besides, they are literally making chroma as they walk. The only way this can be ruined is if Rosetta packs so many things onto him that his hand becomes unavailable. ]
That sounds like a valid route regardless of gender, don't you think?
[ He looks around, zeroing in on a crepe stall. ]
You wouldn't happen to have a sweet tooth, would you?
[ She follows his gaze to the crepe stall, eyes brightening at the delicious crepes being handed out. ]
How did you guess?
[ Not that Primals technically need to eat, but she's always been happy to partake of the social custom of eating with friends. And there's no denying it - skyfarer food can be quite delicious sometimes. ]
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[ Besides, if there's one thing he hates, it's someone else feeling worry or sympathy for him. So he's quite eager to change the subject, even though it did feel quite freeing to confide in someone else what he and others had been through.
The irony of her asking now, after she'd helped herself to his personal space, makes him smile. ]
No need to worry. If something makes me uncomfortable, I'll let you know.
[ He offers her his hand, proposing a different way of strolling through the market rather than simply walking side by side. ]
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If nothing else she's thankful he's taking things so well now and she takes the metaphorical olive branch of his outstretched hand and entwines her fingers with his. Sorry if he wanted something more platonic, this is the life he signed up for willingly hanging out with her. ]
It certainly is quite lively here. [ Her glance slides to him sidelong. ] Is it true that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach?
[ AKA is it time to try the weird market stall food on display. ]
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Besides, they are literally making chroma as they walk. The only way this can be ruined is if Rosetta packs so many things onto him that his hand becomes unavailable. ]
That sounds like a valid route regardless of gender, don't you think?
[ He looks around, zeroing in on a crepe stall. ]
You wouldn't happen to have a sweet tooth, would you?
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How did you guess?
[ Not that Primals technically need to eat, but she's always been happy to partake of the social custom of eating with friends. And there's no denying it - skyfarer food can be quite delicious sometimes. ]