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[ A MANNER?!?!

why is thorns so funny... but rafayel stares at him like he's grown three heads and ten extra toes ]

... That's it? Please what?

[oversea]

[ this is a far as he is going to get. ]

Please...?

[ he is waiting for him to finish the sentence for him. ]

[glub]

Please please!? That's your best?

[ don't make him throw your hand...

jk, he's going to be patient here. ]

Start over. [ if he says please again he swears to g ]

[oversea]

[ OKAY? this is the first time thorns has ever used manners in his life and it got him nowhere, so he is going to take this as a lesson learnt. ]

What should I say? Something about your hand?

[glub]

[ NOOOOO!!! we're losing out on thorns-manners because of rafayel ]

Why would that be a compliment?

[oversea]

It's nicely shaped.

[ he has all his fingers... ]

[glub]

[ men only want one thing


all five fingers. ]

What about what its attached to? [ hello?? ]

[oversea]

Your wrist looks healthy.

[ sorry. ]

[glub]

[ this isn't good for his blood pressure thorns ]

Healthy!?! Healthy!! [ he's flashing his other hand at thorns now...

look at them. he wiggles his fingers, flexes his veins. wait, NO!!! this wasn't just supposed to be about his hands. ]

[oversea]

[ thorns is so confused. he thinks these are all things people would like to hear about their hands??? he is running out of things to say.

uh ]

You have a good grip. People must enjoy holding your hand.

[ because of the grip. ]

[glub]

[ staaares.

sighs so deeply like a pampered house dog who has no reason to sigh like they pay taxes and work two jobs. ] Fine. I guess your grip is also not bad. [ ... ] Your hands are a little warm, though.

[oversea]

Oh. Good.

[ this is doing its job, then...

he takes the compliment(?) ]

[glub]

...

[ a pause before: ] That wasn't a compliment by the way. If I were going to give you one, it would be an actually good one that's why. [ he's never getting over it sorry if you thought it was over ]

[oversea]

[ FUCKING HELLO?



.... ]

Did you want me to say something else about your hand?

[ please move on from the hands. ]

[glub]

Okay, I have to say something but is there a reason it has to be about my hands? Is there a rule I don't know about here? [ ??? ] Are you going to keel over and die because you say something nice about me?

[oversea]

I thought I was saying something nice.

[glub]

Have you never complimented someone before?

Like, I know fish who give better compliments.

[oversea]

[ well the urge to compliment him is decreasing by the second. ]

Then I'm worse than fish.

[glub]

No, that's an insult to the fish. You're not even at sea anemone level.

[ sorry, as sea god he must be objective here ]

[oversea]

[ HELLO? ]

I am Aegir...

[ this feels like he is being microaggressioned against ]

[glub]

[ rafayel does use the term landlubber like it’s a slur ]

Aeg…. what’s that?

[oversea]

It's a race. My people originated from the sea.

[ raf say you have permission to use those terms... ]

[glub]

[ staaaares. ]

You’re from the sea? The ocean? Water?

[ …

he isn’t sure if he wants to think of thorns as his people. he isn’t mentally ready for this. ]

[oversea]

Well, it's complicated. It's not really possible to live in the sea with the Seaborn infesting it.

[ there's a pause. ]

But yes, that is where my people is from.

[glub]

The Seaborn, what are they? Are they different from your people?

[ serious all of sudden if just because he understands how it feels to lose the place you should be able to return to. ]