when sylus releases his hold, rafayel also loosens his grip. it's just for a moment, where he looks off in the distance— his eyes on the dark expanse in front of them. funny enough, more than hurt, more than anger— he seems exhausted in that moment. to be honest, he didn't care who remained in power as long as his own goals were met. that didn't mean he didn't tire of seeing the worst in others, though.
regardless, that's not a point he settles on. he's quick to balance that out with a shrug as he releases his hold on sylus completely.
he settles into the nearest seat, trying not to show any sign of caution. as if putting on yet another front like he isn't being tossed into the unknown with this man. ]
If you expect someone to take rest in front of you, do you not believe you should also show some sincerity? [ then again, sylus did appear oddly relaxed for their situation. he wonders if sylus didn't hear rumors about him, or if he just didn't care. ]
Even the cats wandering the gardens had more manners than you.
The exhaustion does escape Sylus, not with how closely he's looking at the man in front of him. It catches him by surprise. The resignation, as though burdened by loss several lifetimes over.
And he'd heard the Santarch was quite young. ]
I haven't shown you a moment of insincerity. [ Sitting down next to him, looking at him like he's stupid for not accepting the suggestion to get some rest. ] And your garden cats are likely more spoiled than I am.
[ Maybe if you pet him and fed him snacks he would also have manners. ]
[ he releases a loud exhale that may as well have been a laugh.
he at least pretends to find sylus' joke funny. jk, he does think there's something there. he just isn't sure if it's really humor he feels. instead, he look at him through his peripherals, before settling his gaze back on space. ] I don't know about that. Ironically, I think I know of a kitten who started off just like you. Overly confident. Seemingly fearless. Greedy with no lack of ambition. And yet, he purrs the loudest at my hands.
[ he then looks back at sylus and gestures with his fingers. pspspss ]
[ he looks back at him at the "overly" confident bit. he just nods? like yes? can i help you? did you need anything additional? a definition? the word used in a sentence?
though, he soon chuckles a little at his next words. ]
Should we test it? [ he draws his hand close enough to sylus' face. he doesn't actually think sylus will draw in any closer. not if he was smart. that said, HELLO???? he's a respectable man here... love potions sylus ]
[ whether it's this world, or in linkon city, it's difficult for him to walk away from an actual challenge. besides, if they were going to be traveling together (before he can potentially give him the slip), the last thing he'd want is to come across as a coward.
hence, he reaches over and just lightly brushes the back of his knuckle right under sylus' eye. it can barely constitute as a touch, but—
can he say he won? he does look like it, as the very corner of his lips turn up slightly. ]
[ Rafayel doesn't need to worry about Sylus finding him to be a coward. He might think some other unsavoury thoughts about how he heads a pointless institution that has no place in the ecosystem, but he can acknowledge Rafayel's hustle.
That doesn't mean he's placated by being pet like an animal.
So he pretends to bite at Rafayel's fingers when he draws his hand away. ]
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when sylus releases his hold, rafayel also loosens his grip. it's just for a moment, where he looks off in the distance— his eyes on the dark expanse in front of them. funny enough, more than hurt, more than anger— he seems exhausted in that moment. to be honest, he didn't care who remained in power as long as his own goals were met. that didn't mean he didn't tire of seeing the worst in others, though.
regardless, that's not a point he settles on. he's quick to balance that out with a shrug as he releases his hold on sylus completely.
he settles into the nearest seat, trying not to show any sign of caution. as if putting on yet another front like he isn't being tossed into the unknown with this man. ]
If you expect someone to take rest in front of you, do you not believe you should also show some sincerity? [ then again, sylus did appear oddly relaxed for their situation. he wonders if sylus didn't hear rumors about him, or if he just didn't care. ]
Even the cats wandering the gardens had more manners than you.
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The exhaustion does escape Sylus, not with how closely he's looking at the man in front of him. It catches him by surprise. The resignation, as though burdened by loss several lifetimes over.
And he'd heard the Santarch was quite young. ]
I haven't shown you a moment of insincerity. [ Sitting down next to him, looking at him like he's stupid for not accepting the suggestion to get some rest. ] And your garden cats are likely more spoiled than I am.
[ Maybe if you pet him and fed him snacks he would also have manners. ]
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he at least pretends to find sylus' joke funny. jk, he does think there's something there. he just isn't sure if it's really humor he feels. instead, he look at him through his peripherals, before settling his gaze back on space. ] I don't know about that. Ironically, I think I know of a kitten who started off just like you. Overly confident. Seemingly fearless. Greedy with no lack of ambition. And yet, he purrs the loudest at my hands.
[ he then looks back at sylus and gestures with his fingers. pspspss ]
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He just slow blinks (like a cat) at Rafayel's gesturing, eventually raising a brow. ]
You can't spoil me the same way as a cat, you know.
[ Also, aren't you the big baby that prefers to be on the receiving end of the spoiling? ]
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though, he soon chuckles a little at his next words. ]
Should we test it? [ he draws his hand close enough to sylus' face. he doesn't actually think sylus will draw in any closer. not if he was smart. that said, HELLO???? he's a respectable man here... love potions sylus ]
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Waiting for him to dare and try pet him.
Go on. Do it. ]
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hence, he reaches over and just lightly brushes the back of his knuckle right under sylus' eye. it can barely constitute as a touch, but—
can he say he won? he does look like it, as the very corner of his lips turn up slightly. ]
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That doesn't mean he's placated by being pet like an animal.
So he pretends to bite at Rafayel's fingers when he draws his hand away. ]
Like I said. It'll take more than that.
[ You WEIRDO. Don't look so victorious!! ]