mother or Maru, but in his exhaustion, he could only assume it to be another suitor for Maru that Demetrius would inevitably drag away.

to contest the notion.

Shifting his own weight for a moment, there was a sly smirk on his face as he spoke.
“ …Hm? That you have 'em, or that you hope I like 'em～? ” Sometimes, the comebacks practically fell into his lap with ease.

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i wasnt logged in here,,.. but i saw 👁

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⠀∥ it's only now occurred to me that it's medIEVAL..?? oh,,, ive missed something.. forgive

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and again.

“ It won't do you any good to sit in a house without electricity at the moment. Rain should be gone by morning. Just take a hot shower and you can borrow something clothes or something. Can't work when sick anyway. ”

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“ Can't do much for your dog, but let's get you dry first. ” He adds. The storm wasn't too bad, but given he was sitting in the rain, his word is rather unreliable in regards to such things. He carefully makes his way up to the mountains, turning his gaze over his shoulder to check on Calix now ↷

thigh, trying to think of what notes might go where in response to the melody. His practicing that was built around random songs he'd heard was not helping him here, he'd admit.

“ It's good. Lots of energy though. ”

anything he was majorly concerned about. It was what it was, after all.

“ Mmh, I can get behind that. ” Lowering his head in a nod, his gaze followed Sam as he stood from his place, curious at these new songs he had planned. Leaning back to take it in, he naturally tapped his fingers against his ↷

check for any indication of a message to only share the same response of nothing. It wasn't unusual for her to dip from their plans without warning. She'd always been aloof and as time grew on, he couldn't help but share the brief annoyance Sam felt now and again with her nature, but it wasn't ↷

Seb to unload all his feelings on others, yet he would always remain a listening ear whether he seemed it or not ―― The need to push feelings aside was understood, and Seb didn't pry much further.

“ …Hopefully it's just a mistake. Again. ” He responded, even pulling out his own phone to ↷

when you get home or you'll get sick. ”

good response; even he knew that, but he was trying to keep the conversation from rolling down a hill and crashing.

Perhaps, he'd simply pried too hard.

As he watched the other get soaked, he moved the umbrella back over their head, forgoing the rain once more. “ You'll have to dry off ↷