QUASIPLATONICROMANTIC NOT-MESS

[chanteuser]

i'm still wheezing y'all

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[arkitect]

[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?]

[robopriest]

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.

[chanteuser]

[ 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”?

[antaressnipe]

[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.

[arkitect]

[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.]

[robopriest]

...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?]

[chanteuser]

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. ]

[antaressnipe]

[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]