[ He picks up his head instantaneously when he hears that voice, betrayed by the familiarity he shouldn't have, in memories he shouldn't have.
Ah.
There's gonna be no going about this in a smooth way, not that Brakka would know how to do that anyway. Briefly he had considered going through the motions, but looking at Rutile...there's no way Brakka has the heart to lie to him, nor the skills. His expression is stern and tone steady. It's best to cut to the chase.]
Yeah. And no you didn't. [ The him Rutile is looking for should have never existed. ]
[ well... this is a harder thing to navigate than he expects, though he shouldn't expect anything. it's the strange in between where he feels wrong ignoring the people that the other rutile found precious, but wrong slotting himself into the place he should've been.
no, he doesn't realize brakka is in the same situation.
still, he smiles and approaches the response — and the person who gave it — earnestly. the foreign memories get a little stronger in his mind as he does, but he does his best to place them gently to the side. ]
Jeez. Don't say that, I really did.
[ he thinks it's those little quips that brakka's prone to saying, and not a commentary on the fake relationship between them. even then, his statement isn't false. he would be here to see brakka regardless, knowing that the one who stood in front of him isn't the one he doesn't not know.
ah, ]
I wanted to...
[ tell you the truth, but those words don't quite make it, and he presses his lips together until another phrase slots into place: ]
... see how you were. Do you need help with what you're working on? The flowers today are lovely!
[ as always, he might've said, but it's not as always to him. ]
The unfortunate part about owning a shop is that he can't just leave to exit the conversation. He's tempted to do so anyway, but despite knowing Rutile for all of 5 seconds (well, the memories in his mind help), he knows that would be futile. ]
If I say no, are you going to stick around anyway?
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Ah.
There's gonna be no going about this in a smooth way, not that Brakka would know how to do that anyway. Briefly he had considered going through the motions, but looking at Rutile...there's no way Brakka has the heart to lie to him, nor the skills. His expression is stern and tone steady. It's best to cut to the chase.]
Yeah. And no you didn't. [ The him Rutile is looking for should have never existed. ]
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no, he doesn't realize brakka is in the same situation.
still, he smiles and approaches the response — and the person who gave it — earnestly. the foreign memories get a little stronger in his mind as he does, but he does his best to place them gently to the side. ]
Jeez. Don't say that, I really did.
[ he thinks it's those little quips that brakka's prone to saying, and not a commentary on the fake relationship between them. even then, his statement isn't false. he would be here to see brakka regardless, knowing that the one who stood in front of him isn't the one he doesn't not know.
ah, ]
I wanted to...
[ tell you the truth, but those words don't quite make it, and he presses his lips together until another phrase slots into place: ]
... see how you were. Do you need help with what you're working on? The flowers today are lovely!
[ as always, he might've said, but it's not as always to him. ]
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[ Augh.
The unfortunate part about owning a shop is that he can't just leave to exit the conversation. He's tempted to do so anyway, but despite knowing Rutile for all of 5 seconds (well, the memories in his mind help), he knows that would be futile. ]
If I say no, are you going to stick around anyway?