[An apple's worth of weight is still a relatively solid weight, at the end of the day. Maybe this is what it feels like to have a bird perched on your shoulder, without the volume of feathers or the noise; the quiet is welcome. Amethyst isn't a loud dorm, but it's strangely lived in, in a way that Peil wasn't.
At least, his wing of Peil wasn't.
Elan tilts his head a little while APPle settles, readjusting his posture to compensate. They can sit in silence for a little while, though he does speak up not long after.]
He was giving you looks like he wanted to bite you, you know. Gabimaru. [he certainly noticed, and the flatness of his voice underlines it] What happened?
[If one were to be realistic about it -- trusting objects here, in a place fair rotted through with every trope and trifle of fairy tales and tall tales and perhaps any other type of tale you could ever imagine, might be even less advisable than usual. But, just as one would feel obliged to trust the food (though he wouldn't say this aloud at this point), one becomes used to the trappings of one's dorm.
Step by step and little by little; and in the end the apple has proven more sensible than half the faculty. Not a tall order, but all the same.]
But it seemed even more than that -- there was at least some killing intent. [which perhaps was the oddest part of all] I wouldn't suggest going to visit him.
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At least, his wing of Peil wasn't.
Elan tilts his head a little while APPle settles, readjusting his posture to compensate. They can sit in silence for a little while, though he does speak up not long after.]
He was giving you looks like he wanted to bite you, you know. Gabimaru. [he certainly noticed, and the flatness of his voice underlines it] What happened?
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Though, I suppose it isn't surprising not to trust a sentient fruit that you've barely met before.
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[If one were to be realistic about it -- trusting objects here, in a place fair rotted through with every trope and trifle of fairy tales and tall tales and perhaps any other type of tale you could ever imagine, might be even less advisable than usual. But, just as one would feel obliged to trust the food (though he wouldn't say this aloud at this point), one becomes used to the trappings of one's dorm.
Step by step and little by little; and in the end the apple has proven more sensible than half the faculty. Not a tall order, but all the same.]
But it seemed even more than that -- there was at least some killing intent. [which perhaps was the oddest part of all] I wouldn't suggest going to visit him.