He is fairly sure has not sustained a crippling head injury, so this cannot be explained away as a hallucination (though his fantasies have never trended quite this unbearably wholesome, so that explanation wouldn't fly anyway). Which means this is actually happening, and...
... yeah, what?
There is something very feline about the way his confused glance darts between spectators, picnic basket, and his First Friend, and something equally domestic-cat-who's-been-denied-a-treat about the look of betrayal that follows it. His sword stays in his hand, and his hackles are still very definitely raised, but he does not move to immediately strike her.
Instead, he looks at Childe while answering, his tone deeply vexed]
I had thought us of one mind when it came to breaking the interminable tedium. It seems I was mistaken.
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He is fairly sure has not sustained a crippling head injury, so this cannot be explained away as a hallucination (though his fantasies have never trended quite this unbearably wholesome, so that explanation wouldn't fly anyway). Which means this is actually happening, and...
... yeah, what?
There is something very feline about the way his confused glance darts between spectators, picnic basket, and his First Friend, and something equally domestic-cat-who's-been-denied-a-treat about the look of betrayal that follows it. His sword stays in his hand, and his hackles are still very definitely raised, but he does not move to immediately strike her.
Instead, he looks at Childe while answering, his tone deeply vexed]
I had thought us of one mind when it came to breaking the interminable tedium. It seems I was mistaken.