PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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[swordhandled]

I'm used to it, you know. [ he's not letting go either ]

[maskarang]

No man is immune to the cold, Owain. [ and his hand proves it. he raises his other hand to feel the side of owain's face and then his forehead. ]

[swordhandled]

[ just as cold as his hands! and his face is totally red from that ]

Resistance isn't the same as immunity.

[maskarang]

And your resistance fades with every passing second. [ look, he knows you can't see how red your face is but it's clearly proving his point and nothing else. turning around and stalking off toward the resort.

and pulling owain along insistently. ]

[swordhandled]

[ FINE!!!

lets himself get tugged ]

[maskarang]

[ GOOD!!

he was going to head to a firepit but then owain had to be all cold!! dragging him to his ridiculous room and quickly opening it up. from her place on the bed, minerva lifts her head groggily. ] Inside.

[swordhandled]

[ HUFFS

and just ventures in. he offers minerva a small wave before settling in gently on the bed again ]

[maskarang]

No. [ shutting the door. he immediately turns his back on owain and heads to his closet to throw a new shirt and pair of pants at owain. they are, unsurprising, black.

he moves to the dresser. ] Undress.

[swordhandled]

[ he's taking the clothes and not making a move just yet ]

I'm fine, Gerome.

[maskarang]

[ stopping the hunt for more clothes to turn his head toward owain. he looks like he's about to insist, then stops.

let's try this again, less fiercely and more gently. ] If our positions were reversed, what would you say to me?

[swordhandled]

[ he gives gerome a long, searching look before he nods once.

then he starts undoing his shirt ]

[maskarang]

[ he thought so. turning his head again so his back is to owain.

guess he's waiting like this now. ]

[swordhandled]

[ eventually he calls out to Gerome ]

I'm finished.

[maskarang]

[ well, that was torturous. abandons the dresser and turns to owain. he stops and looks away. ] A somber look ill-suits you. My apologies, I should have chosen something less... dreary.

[swordhandled]

You can't help the clothes you were given, Gerome.

[maskarang]

The clothes and staff aren't at fault. [ his style is. alas, no need to say that. he nods to minerva before coming over and picking up owain's clothes from wherever they are. ]

[swordhandled]

Hm, perhaps not for this.

[maskarang]

... Anyway, you may need more warmth than those new clothes alone provide. Minerva— [ she rises, stretches, and then drops her head sluggishly onto owain's lap ] —should be sufficient. She's quite warm. And exceptionally cuddly.

[swordhandled]

[ another bit of a pause and owain softly smiles here, probably for the first time since gerome has found him. he does not say anything, but his hand finds itself on the top of her head and he starts to pet her ]

[maskarang]

[ ... an improvement. not wanting to interrupt owain's progress, gerome slips soundlessly from the room into the bathroom to hang these clothes. ]

[swordhandled]

[ owain isn't going to move just yet. he's gonna cuddle this tiny wyvern, but when gerome re-enters he's going to speak up to him ] You know, it's still strange for her to be this small.

[maskarang]

[ cuddle away. she's probably doing the wyvern equivalent of a purr. ] It is. There are days I catch her from the corner of my eye and expect her to be her normal size. It only takes a moment more before I realize my eyes are playing tricks on me, but that moment can be... difficult.

[swordhandled]

How do you deal with those moments?

[maskarang]

[ brow raise ] I vow to return her to her former glory. It may take time, but she is more than worthy of the effort.

[swordhandled]

[ lets out a small smile ] Simple enough, but effective.