[It bugs him. That thing about diplomacy. Just rubs him the wrong way somehow. Not that he disagrees, exactly, just . . . there's a sense of not-quite-rightness, like the deja vu equivalent of a cat getting its fur pet backwards. His shoulders lift up around his shoulders unconsciously for a moment, before he physically shakes it off, shaking his hands at the wrist once or twice and speeding up.]
So tell me the plan, then. You just gonna ask nicely?
[He's operating under the wrong set of rules, is the thing. He still hasn't quite acclimated. Every step he takes is a little out of time with most people's, even if most days he doesn't care.]
[He's willing to take direction, at the very least. For now. Until it's time for him to bowl some goddamn gerblins off the edge of Maru. They're all lined up together now, which is convenient.]
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[It bugs him. That thing about diplomacy. Just rubs him the wrong way somehow. Not that he disagrees, exactly, just . . . there's a sense of not-quite-rightness, like the deja vu equivalent of a cat getting its fur pet backwards. His shoulders lift up around his shoulders unconsciously for a moment, before he physically shakes it off, shaking his hands at the wrist once or twice and speeding up.]
So tell me the plan, then. You just gonna ask nicely?
[He's operating under the wrong set of rules, is the thing. He still hasn't quite acclimated. Every step he takes is a little out of time with most people's, even if most days he doesn't care.]
[He's willing to take direction, at the very least. For now. Until it's time for him to bowl some goddamn gerblins off the edge of Maru. They're all lined up together now, which is convenient.]