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Oh wow, the kid was actually open to this. Well, not as open as most normal people, but this was still pretty big all things considered. But now Eris had put himself in the precarious position of actually having to followup with what he said, and that wasn't good, either. So much for making a token effort and immediately withdrawing due to rejection. Stupid voice. He should've just kept quiet or continuously complain to annoy the kid out of spite. But no, he could hear that voice telling him to talk, and the more it did, the more it felt like Ismene nagging at him. So stupid.

Now that he had little choice but to actually follow through, though, he had to think of something. The temptation to talk just to hear himself was strong, but flailing in a lake blind was clearly the worse idea here, so he may as well take the chance.

[color=ccff99]"I'm basically responsible for your well being for the next sixty-something years before you die from a massive stroke due to the pent up rage you refuse to simmer down. Pretty sure at one point or another that rage will be pointed to me, and I'd like to reduce those chances,"[/color] Eris sighed, shaking his head as his mind wandered back to the Revel. [color=ccff99]"And you having zero trust in me is all hilarious and whatever, but--If something else happens, I think...what I mean is that..."[/color] For a second, Eris actually didn't know what the hell he was actually trying to say.  

After a few seconds of trying to articulate himself, Eris threw one arm up in exasperation. [color=ccff99]"Okay, so, basically it's painfully obvious to anyone that interacts with us for maybe two seconds that we don't get along. And believe it or not, that's embarrassing,"[/color] And absolutely terrible for his image, but he wasn't going to say that.  

Wait a minute, what the hell [i]was[/i] he saying? Great Anastasia, this was painful, he was just making a fool of himself. Yeah, no, he couldn't do this. He sounded and felt awkward as all fuck, and despite already hearing Ismene's nagging, he just couldn't do it. [color=ccff99]"You know what? Forget it. I'm just bored,"[/color] He changed his tune, shaking his head. [color=ccff99]"Small talk, small talk...you have any family?"[/color]

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[sub][right]Offering a flammable olive branch to [@Scribe of Thoth].[/right][/sub]