PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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[swordhandled]

Alright.

[ a pause ]

Do you want to hold my hand the entire time?

[maskarang]

Er—I thought you would be upset if I let go.

[swordhandled]

But I know you like to be private as well.

[maskarang]

[ ah. right, he nearly forgot they're technically in public. he clears his throat and picks up his mask. ]

... Seems I lose focus when I'm around you.

[swordhandled]

I pierce through even your toughest defenses, it seems.

[maskarang]

[ putting on his mask ]

Another area I need more practice in. Father was always diligent, no matter where he was or who he was with.

[swordhandled]

[ reaching up to gently caress his cheek before stepping away and heading towards the inside ]

Well, Aunt Cherche is one of the most formidable fighters I've seen. I'm sure even she pierced Uncle Frederick's defenses.

[maskarang]

... In some ways, she must have.

[ following after and just kinda. glancing at owain. ]

[swordhandled]

Though, uh, when we return home...

Will you be there with me when we tell them about us?

[maskarang]

Tell who?

[swordhandled]

Your parents.

[maskarang]

[ looking very long, very hard at owain's back. ]

Is it important they know?

[swordhandled]

Well, yes.

I plan to tell mine too. [ the unspoken "i'm scared of your parents together" goes here ]

[maskarang]

And you would want me there for both. [ not going to be pleasant. lissa is a hugger. frowning. ]

We visit your parents. For mine... we write a letter. Together.

[swordhandled]

Sounds like a plan I can agree to!

[maskarang]

You truly don't object?

[swordhandled]

Truth be told, I trust your parents, but I'm also afraid of them.

[maskarang]

... Another victim of Frederick's terrifying lectures. [ guess they have that in common, too. matching owain's pace and brushing his hand against owain's. ]

[swordhandled]

And the way Cherche smiles before she destroys an enemy? Awe inspiring, but also terrifying.

[ but he lets his hand brush back against gerome's ]

[maskarang]

[ pausing thoughtfully ]

Are you afraid of me?

[swordhandled]

[ letting their pinkies twine together briefly ]

In battle? Perhaps. But no.

[maskarang]

[ why end at a pinky when they can link their ring fingers too? which he does, because this game is going to go on too long ]

After last week, you have no reason to fear me in battle. You bested me fairly, a feat even Kjelle couldn't accomplish.

[swordhandled]

[ grins as they walk towards the kitchen ]

One won battle does not make me a better fighter. Let's train together more in the future.

[maskarang]

You sell yourself too short.

[ but he nods at the offer to train. upping his magic resistance wouldn't be the worst. also, right. oh, look. the kitchen. the thing they were after. stepping in. ]

[swordhandled]

[ trails after him ]

I am merely just keeping myself from getting overconfident.