Aether is starting to sweat, admittedly. These are questions he isn't prepared to answer and when Albedo words then as he does, Aether is uncertain about his previous answer. At the very least, the alchemist is very good at getting Aether to agree with him that his previous answer wasn't good enough and he didn't even have to give his opinio on it. ]
T..hat...uhm, hm. [ the Traveler clears his throat gently as he thinks on this before ultimately craning his neck to look back at Albedo. ] I mean, isn't this the part where I trust you're not going to do anything that I would freak out about you doing because we're friends...? I can trust you with my sister...??
[ ... yes. yes, you can, aether. he's just kidding. don't kick him out of your life —
but his mug is splendidly empty after he reaches for it once more, belly full and warm. the ceramic itself sits by the edge of his side of the table, like a silent insistence that he'll be washing it on his own before he makes his little departure from aether's home. for now: albedo does not return to his sketch, almost halfway to completion; he decides it might be more interesting to simply observe his friend. ]
Perhaps the better question to deliver is: what will cause you to conveniently... 'freak out'?
[ that might yield a more personalized answer compared to a moment ago. hopefully?? ]
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Aether is starting to sweat, admittedly. These are questions he isn't prepared to answer and when Albedo words then as he does, Aether is uncertain about his previous answer. At the very least, the alchemist is very good at getting Aether to agree with him that his previous answer wasn't good enough and he didn't even have to give his opinio on it. ]
T..hat...uhm, hm. [ the Traveler clears his throat gently as he thinks on this before ultimately craning his neck to look back at Albedo. ] I mean, isn't this the part where I trust you're not going to do anything that I would freak out about you doing because we're friends...? I can trust you with my sister...??
[ more than Childe anyway? Right? Probably? ]
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[ ... yes. yes, you can, aether. he's just kidding. don't kick him out of your life —
but his mug is splendidly empty after he reaches for it once more, belly full and warm. the ceramic itself sits by the edge of his side of the table, like a silent insistence that he'll be washing it on his own before he makes his little departure from aether's home. for now: albedo does not return to his sketch, almost halfway to completion; he decides it might be more interesting to simply observe his friend. ]
Perhaps the better question to deliver is: what will cause you to conveniently... 'freak out'?
[ that might yield a more personalized answer compared to a moment ago. hopefully?? ]