[ I can feel it sometimes, y'know. Just... watching me from the last page. Not blinking. Not moving. It's there, I know it's there, it knows that I know that it's there...
Tell my wife I love her, okay?
Ryoma watches, diligently, as Aymeric calls a shinki to his side--and Ryoma is struck for a moment about how quickly he, uh, forgot about that aspect of shinki life. Hak has yet to do it to him, frankly. It's very convenient though, isn't it? ]
That's acceptable, then. I feel we'll be able to find something of worth on this errand.
[ Uwah, Aymeric-sama, please don't make Ryoma break through the weird fugue he's in where he's both highly independent and also beholden to someone else's will and not quite used to reconciling those two states yet. ]
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Tell my wife I love her, okay?
Ryoma watches, diligently, as Aymeric calls a shinki to his side--and Ryoma is struck for a moment about how quickly he, uh, forgot about that aspect of shinki life. Hak has yet to do it to him, frankly. It's very convenient though, isn't it? ]
That's acceptable, then. I feel we'll be able to find something of worth on this errand.
[ Uwah, Aymeric-sama, please don't make Ryoma break through the weird fugue he's in where he's both highly independent and also beholden to someone else's will and not quite used to reconciling those two states yet. ]