PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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[swordhandled]

--Gerome?

Wouldn't it be easier to keep an eye on us?

[maskarang]

[ ugh ] —it would be improper.

[swordhandled]

That's what you're hung up about?

[maskarang]

There are some things even I can't do.

[swordhandled]

How improper would it be if I was there too?

[maskarang]

Improper enough.

[swordhandled]

I mean, I know it's two guys and a girl, but Cynthia is my cousin and I should be enough of a chaperone?

[maskarang]

Even so: I cannot. She's...

[swordhandled]

She's...?

[maskarang]

... difficult to be around.

[swordhandled]

Moreso than me?

[maskarang]

Yes.

[swordhandled]

Huh...

[maskarang]

... Do not take that as praise.

[swordhandled]

I'm unsure how to take it, to be entirely honest.

[maskarang]

Then pretend it has no meaning.

[swordhandled]

I'll do that.

[ looks up at Gerome and says nothing for a moment before he speaks up ] What would you have done?

[maskarang]

[ g...ood...? not sure if good, honestly. let's move on. ]

Elaborate.

[swordhandled]

If... things had progressed differently. If I was the one chosen

[maskarang]

[ standing up so fast minerva lifts her head and starts rising, wings extending ]

Don't—

[swordhandled]

There's no denying that this is just a mere game any longer, Gerome.

[maskarang]

... I misjudged the game, I freely admit that. But I will not, I cannot— [ this? this, pretty much ]

[swordhandled]

So tell me what you would have done.

[maskarang]

[ there's silence as he regains his composure. ] The only answer I can provide will do nothing but shatter my heart. It will not end your turmoil, nor will it satisfy your incomprehensible desires. All I can glean from this is that you seek something. If so, you needn't practice such cruelty to get it.

[ stepping with purpose in front of owain. if a gesture is required, fine. let it be done. without hesitating, he drops down onto one knee in and lowers his head. ]

[swordhandled]

[ quietly, owain gently nudges minerva so that she's out of his lap. once she's out (and i'm assuming still on the bed, watching this whole strange ritual of humans take place), owain is still for a moment longer before he kneels on both knees in front of gerome. he places both (BOTH!!) hands on his shoulders. ]

I'm not... Gerome, I'm asking as your friend.