Hm? Did you think I lived among angels or something? [The idea is weird to think about. He's more surprised Guy is even asking for clarification though.] I live with humans. I'm the only angel in Tethe'alla in fact. It's about what you'd expect.
[Fear, discrimination, idolization, all that good stuff.]
Are you going to eat that or what? I slaved pretty hard over it, you know.
[It's more the "lifeless being" deal that catches Guy's attention. By all accounts, Zelos seems like he's alive. Obnoxiously so. He remembers the colorful wings he saw way back on the Neheda, how he hasn't seen them again since. He tilts his head, hand on his chin.]
[His laugh doesn't hold an ounce of restraint. Really...? it seems to say. In actuality he feels worried; it's only self-awareness of his situation and his company that keeps him from touching his keycrest.]
I don't know if I should be touched or offended. Did you ever consider maybe I'm not everything you see?
Plenty of times. [He's seen how quickly Zelos can switch between being serious and being an airhead. It must be a practiced skill of his. Guy takes a bite out of his fish, chews slowly.]
And even if I asked, I'm betting you won't give me a straight answer. Right?
[He thinks about it for a moment. ...And then just like that his wings appear behind him. He doesn't like being called out. Or maybe he truly just is contrary at heart. Feathers of light fall slowly down below at the sudden appearance before fading out of existence.]
I don't need to eat. I just do it because I like it.
[So saying he tears another piece off his portion and shoves it in his mouth. He doesn't like to talk about this.]
[The wings appear without a warning, without a sound. Guy's eyes widen. Up close, they were a sight to behold. He pays attention enough to know getting anything personal out from Zelos was a pain in the neck--he knows how important this must be.
There's a lot of questions he wants to ask. In the end, he decides on going for one:]
[He finds his wings more shameful than anything. A mark of what he is, what he's done; a burden from his own lack of morals. But he can understand at least the mystery of them. Finishing his fish he brushes his gloves together before dangling his other leg over the edge of the branch. Then he slips off, wings keeping him from falling.
He doesn't usually bother with this kind of silliness. Whether he's doing it for Guy or to prove something to himself, who's to say.]
It's not as fun as flying with a machine. But it does the job.
[He can't help startling when Zelos moves off the branch, hand half-raised in a gesture that betrays his instinct to make a grab for him. It's quickly lowered when it's clear that the other man was in no danger. He openly laughs.]
Geez, give me some warning before you do that! [Guy might be acting more excited than he actually feels right now, but he is appreciating the sight of these wings. It's like being let in on a small secret between the two of them, and he's not above enjoying it. He scoots closer to the branch's edge so he can sit closer, feet dangling.]
So you really are an angel, huh? I think that's the most surprising thing I've learned about you so far.
...I'm going to take that as a compliment and leave it at that.
[YOUR WORDS GUY... He drops back down onto the branch and looks over his shoulder at his wings. ...Just looking at them reminds him of Mithos's words. Everyome should become lifeless beings. I told you before. The only way to eliminate discrimination is for everyone to become the same race. ... His wings disappear without a trace.]
Well, well. Are you impressed~? I'm much greater than you thought, hmmm?
[He expects Zelos to get huffy or something along those lines. Instead, he's greeted by-- a noogie?!]
H-Hey! Quit that, you'll make me fall over! [Even as he's complaining, he can tell when Zelos is happy about something. It bleeds through. He waves a hand, trying to get him to stop.]
[He likes what he likes. ...And what he likes is to be considered for himself. Not for what he is. Or what he can do. He keeps noogieing for a bit, completely messing up Guy's hair. Only then does he stop.]
Haven't you ever heard of white lies! What kind of friend are you?
[GOD.... Turning away he walks to the end of the branch, looking down below.]
If we're being honest though, how about getting a girlfriend for real? You might enjoy it.
[Guy sighs, running a hand through his hair in an effort to get it back to normal. He's not surprised this question's come up again. Even after their small tiff over Gliese's post, Zelos wasn't intent on letting this go, huh?]
I'm starting to think you're creepily invested in my love life. [And starting to sound more and more like the court advisers, who insisted he had to find a wife of some sort to secure his house's position.]
If you really did, you'd know I'm not looking for anyone. I've said that to you over and over again, haven't I?
[Irritation at the question's a familiar and almost instinctual response by now to Zelos's playful needling. He rests his chin in his hand, heaving another sigh.]
You've sure got selective hearing when it best suits you.
You always look lonely. What do you expect me to do about it?
[He says the words as casually as anything. Nothing to get excited over. Finally he turns around.]
That's a rhetorical question by the way. If I left it up to you I'm sure both our reputations would suffer. But fine, fine. I'll drop it. For now. Does that please you?
[There's a definite laugh running in his tone. The more he talks to Guy the more authoritative he gets; it's kind of fun.]
[He's never thought of himself that way. Despite spending the past two years or so of his life in wait, he hasn't necessarily been alone. But this wasn't home anymore. And his friends, though he had the chance to see them, weren't here, either. Guy scratches behind his ear, a polite smile on his face.]
[Maybe he had been lonelier than he thought himself to be. He's spent so much energy shelving away his grief that he'd forgotten that others could still see it.]
Yeah. [He leans against the trunk, idly playing with the leftovers of his fish.] You mind if I come up here every now and then?
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[Fear, discrimination, idolization, all that good stuff.]
Are you going to eat that or what? I slaved pretty hard over it, you know.
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If you're lifeless, I must be beyond dead.
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[His laugh doesn't hold an ounce of restraint. Really...? it seems to say. In actuality he feels worried; it's only self-awareness of his situation and his company that keeps him from touching his keycrest.]
I don't know if I should be touched or offended. Did you ever consider maybe I'm not everything you see?
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And even if I asked, I'm betting you won't give me a straight answer. Right?
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I don't need to eat. I just do it because I like it.
[So saying he tears another piece off his portion and shoves it in his mouth. He doesn't like to talk about this.]
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There's a lot of questions he wants to ask. In the end, he decides on going for one:]
Can you fly with those?
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[He finds his wings more shameful than anything. A mark of what he is, what he's done; a burden from his own lack of morals. But he can understand at least the mystery of them. Finishing his fish he brushes his gloves together before dangling his other leg over the edge of the branch. Then he slips off, wings keeping him from falling.
He doesn't usually bother with this kind of silliness. Whether he's doing it for Guy or to prove something to himself, who's to say.]
It's not as fun as flying with a machine. But it does the job.
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Geez, give me some warning before you do that! [Guy might be acting more excited than he actually feels right now, but he is appreciating the sight of these wings. It's like being let in on a small secret between the two of them, and he's not above enjoying it. He scoots closer to the branch's edge so he can sit closer, feet dangling.]
So you really are an angel, huh? I think that's the most surprising thing I've learned about you so far.
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[YOUR WORDS GUY... He drops back down onto the branch and looks over his shoulder at his wings. ...Just looking at them reminds him of Mithos's words. Everyome should become lifeless beings. I told you before. The only way to eliminate discrimination is for everyone to become the same race. ... His wings disappear without a trace.]
Well, well. Are you impressed~? I'm much greater than you thought, hmmm?
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Not one bit.
[He's smiling as he says it, too.] You've got some pretty wings there. But you're still the same old obnoxious Zelos.
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...What the hell! Is that any way to talk to a guy who just fed you?!
[Reaching over he'll give Guy a noogie if he doesn't evade. ...Really though he's far too pleased. He doesn't even try to hide it.]
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H-Hey! Quit that, you'll make me fall over! [Even as he's complaining, he can tell when Zelos is happy about something. It bleeds through. He waves a hand, trying to get him to stop.]
I gave you an honest answer!
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Haven't you ever heard of white lies! What kind of friend are you?
[GOD.... Turning away he walks to the end of the branch, looking down below.]
If we're being honest though, how about getting a girlfriend for real? You might enjoy it.
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I'm starting to think you're creepily invested in my love life. [And starting to sound more and more like the court advisers, who insisted he had to find a wife of some sort to secure his house's position.]
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[It's more of a question than it probably should be.]
I just have your best interest at heart~.
[In a lot of ways. But even with his reluctant agreement earlier there's no need to say things Guy doesn't want to hear.]
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[Irritation at the question's a familiar and almost instinctual response by now to Zelos's playful needling. He rests his chin in his hand, heaving another sigh.]
You've sure got selective hearing when it best suits you.
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[He says the words as casually as anything. Nothing to get excited over. Finally he turns around.]
That's a rhetorical question by the way. If I left it up to you I'm sure both our reputations would suffer. But fine, fine. I'll drop it. For now. Does that please you?
[There's a definite laugh running in his tone. The more he talks to Guy the more authoritative he gets; it's kind of fun.]
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[He's never thought of himself that way. Despite spending the past two years or so of his life in wait, he hasn't necessarily been alone. But this wasn't home anymore. And his friends, though he had the chance to see them, weren't here, either. Guy scratches behind his ear, a polite smile on his face.]
You're a real worrywart, aren't you?
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[Crossing his arms he turns around again.]
Nevermind. I felt the sudden urge to no longer care.
[Did it have to be said?! No, he doesn't mind that much. But he doesn't think either of them are ready to talk about anything that real.]
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That's fine. I'll be taking all your fish, then, since you don't need them.
[A MATURE RESPONSE]
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...That's harsh. I thought what we have was special.
[Sounding like he's tearing up a bit. How could you Guy...he trusted you...!]
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You actually put some time and effort into these. [A bit of honesty.] I can't help it if I like your good cooking.
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It's not like that at all. Like I would do something like that. They just turned out that way.
[Dismissive handwaves. Him? Actually put in effort?? Never...]
It's good to see you cheered up though.
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Yeah. [He leans against the trunk, idly playing with the leftovers of his fish.] You mind if I come up here every now and then?
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[Rude?? He brushes his hair back over his shoulder. What can he say?]
I wouldn't mind seeing a face I can actually stand more often. You might as well.
[Guy's just helping him out, hm. It doesn't have to be anything more than that if he doesn't want it to be.]
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