chanteuser | QUASIPLATONICROMANTIC NOT-MESS

Yeah, Alex, they're not kidding. These two called an official meeting and everything just to sort things out among all three of us. And you know I'd be willing to tell you anything.

[He gives Alex's hand a squeeze just as Emet reaches out to his hair - his cheeks a little pink, he moves his other hand to sort of hook his index finger around Emet's pinky finger. Touchy feely time, apparently.]

Haha. [He grins after all that is done.] Well, I guess its settled! I mean, despite my position at home, I think I wouldn't mind...but looks like you're sticking around with us, Chiron. Glad to have you.

[And to Alex, nodding with his head over to Emet.]

By the way, did you know Emet-Selch is super tall in reality? Like twenty feet tall. His second height on the profile really isn't a joke.

[ ... she's about to ask about the touchy-feely thing, but chiron outs himself as being about to immediately die once they fix the realm, emet-selch outs himself as being dead and made of a lot of magic and then hansa outs emet-selch's actual height and

please give a girl a break. she's grabbing her phs with her free hand and scrolling through the profiles. ]

-- Wait, 610cm??

[-- Honestly Chiron is flummoxed by Emet's answer so poor Alex is on her own for now]

How quickly that was resolved...

[He's going to drag out a piece of wood and his knife, no one talk to him, he's tired]

[he just. takes hansa's hand properly, cute as the finger touches are, and his other hand pats chiron's shoulder before resting there. it's fine, horses cannot really die.]

'Tis hardly relevant, but yes. I have been somewhat surprised to see that even those with presumably intact souls here are still of such a small stature...

[you are all so tiny, are you ok?]

Emet-Selch showed me this room in the virtual room on that spaceship a while ago and it was all to height - haha, the pews were the size of a line of shops...

[He just finds it amusing, honestly, and that's why he brought it up. Sometimes your cryptid husband figure is just Very Tall.]

Anyways, I didn't mean to shock you or anything. Emet-Selch is Emet-Selch, Chiron is a living legend, I'm just me, and you're a beautiful and amazing singer who has the voice of an angel. You'll fit right in.

[ she just, tugs his hand. stop. stoooop. ]

—- I like how you miss out the whole metal thing on your resume there. [ speaking of, she’s trying to lift their joined hands so she can peer under his sleeve and try and see exactly what he did to his arm the other week?

she got distracted due to everything over the weekend and hasn’t actually been able to check. ]

...

Wait, did you say “pews”?

[glancing at the hand resting on his shoulder, considering it for a moment before he cranes his neck to kiss the knuckles.

Though he'll mutter in faint amusement at Hansa's statement towards Alex]

Oh, you sing? Perhaps one day we can put on a duet with your voice and my lyre.

[the hand kisses are everywhere this week... emet accepts it, leaving his hand right where it is for now. things that absolutely kill me: feeling this much more affectionate toward hansa doesn't seem strange to him at all, so it only seems strange not to show chiron any as well. they now both get affection thanks to love arrow logic...]

They were simply benches of a similar style-- not for the same purpose.

[the city didn't exactly have churches. that's all he has to clarify for now, though.]

...Hm? Metal?

[He looks genuinely confused as Alex moves his sleeve up, but he's more than distracted as he turns back to Chiron. There's definitely still a big bite mark into the metal of his upper arm visible when the sleeve falls back, and he winces slightly - he's still sore.]]

You know, I never did hear your lyre, so that's an excellent idea. I think Emet-Selch would love it too.

[And pews, schmews. Same difference?]

Edited 2020-10-29 14:35 (UTC)

Um, yes. Back home I sing a few nights a week -- although I haven't sung with a lyre before. [ show her your lyre skills, chiron.

luckily, she's doesn't get to panic too much over the fact his arm has tooth marks in because how do they even fix a metal arm, this isn't an easy as wrapping a bandage over it and waiting for it to heal is it?--- because hansa's comment makes her look up, sharply. ]

... Yes, metal. The whole "70 per cent metal" thing...?

[ HANSA YOUR CYBORG PARTS. ]

[chiron can't even take a moment to explain his skills because he's too busy also giving hansa a look]

... I suppose as far as losses go, this one is mild.

[unless something breaks because even Chiron's skill has limits]

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