( Mithrun's been preoccupied with the effect that he hasn't, in some careless sense, been thinking too hard about Hani - tuning back in a little belatedly, Hani tugging him through the gate and into the red desert of the murky forest, he realizes he's a little bit surprised by their answer. They really are hard to ruffle.
He casts his gaze over the murky forest and the dungeon therein, drawing his claymore, inscriptions all along the fuller down its middle, preemptively.
Slowly, he tries to speak the opposite of what he means to say, to see if the curse filter will flip it: )
... You really do mind everything, don't you.
( Ah, nope, that didn't work. So it operates on intent, the feeling, not intended phrasing. Interesting.
Well, he starts off down the trail. Good science guys. )
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He casts his gaze over the murky forest and the dungeon therein, drawing his claymore, inscriptions all along the fuller down its middle, preemptively.
Slowly, he tries to speak the opposite of what he means to say, to see if the curse filter will flip it: )
... You really do mind everything, don't you.
( Ah, nope, that didn't work. So it operates on intent, the feeling, not intended phrasing. Interesting.
Well, he starts off down the trail. Good science guys. )