[Liem isn’t entirely sure what Gen means by “weird and stuffy” in this context. Does he think profuse thanks is embarrassing? Is everyone where he comes from just taciturn and rude? Liem can’t begin to guess, but he’s definitely relieved to be standing on solid ground again. No amount of teen surliness can squash his pleasure at that fact.]
How very gracious of you.
[He replies drily, inclining his head deliberately and stuffily toward Gen.]
Yes, that’s right. I’m here at the Regent’s behest, like yourself.
[Liem seems pleased to have correctly identified Gen as being one of the Kenoma aions he’s seen around Achamoth. His memories are tending towards slippery at the moment, so he’s counting even that vague recollection as a victory.]
I was just, hm…
[He trails of, trying to remember what he was doing before he’d fallen into the well. Presumably, at some point, he’d been getting a drink. But after that… Well, damn. What had he been doing?]
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How very gracious of you.
[He replies drily, inclining his head deliberately and stuffily toward Gen.]
Yes, that’s right. I’m here at the Regent’s behest, like yourself.
[Liem seems pleased to have correctly identified Gen as being one of the Kenoma aions he’s seen around Achamoth. His memories are tending towards slippery at the moment, so he’s counting even that vague recollection as a victory.]
I was just, hm…
[He trails of, trying to remember what he was doing before he’d fallen into the well. Presumably, at some point, he’d been getting a drink. But after that… Well, damn. What had he been doing?]