QUASIPLATONICROMANTIC NOT-MESS

[chanteuser]

i'm still wheezing y'all

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[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]