[Taking the bottle back he throws back another gulp. It's not doing anything. But he'd like to pretend it was. It tastes like "ash", has all the consistency of dirt as it goes down his throat. The fact he doesn't gag and spit it all out is a masterful art of performance in itself.
Letting the bottle hang carelessly from his fingers as if he really is feeling the heady intoxication he tilts his head, face saying he's attempting to think.]
Maybe I should upgrade you. But I already have a butler eheheh 🎵. But you know... You do remind me of someone.
[Surprisingly. Lloyd is also very handy. As long as he lives he won't forget the sight of Lloyd working to fashion a keycrest for Colette when she'd lost her soul. Carefully re-etching lines in precious metal and shaping what had been merely trash into a tool to save a life he valued.
[They have been through a lot. Mysterious plagues, alien cats, an entire planet trying to kill them and then some. They've both seen many terrible things, enough to blot out the good. If Guy had to do this all again... well, he can't say he would have signed the damned contract if it'd been up to him.
But he knows Luke would have. That, if his friend had been told the whole story, he would have signed up to protect their home. Thinking about it makes him wearier than he cares to admit. So instead, he hands the bird over to Zelos. Gently lets it go once he sets it in his palm.
It's easier to fix small things like this.]
Give it a wind. It moves, so be careful not to let it drop.
That depends on your definition. Last I heard he still hasn't passed the school curriculum.
[Much to Raine's ire. He settles the bottle down on the floor before reaching up. A few simple tugs with his teeth is all it takes to drag his glove off and drop it into his lap. He's not really in the habit of touching things with his bare skin, but he has been finding there's a greater amount of precision with small things when there's no cloth in the way. Winding the bird up gently he lifts it up so he can get a better view. Watches its wings flap and levels out his arm, playing a careful balancing game as it takes unsteady steps. Some months ago he wouldn't have understood this. That gears were involved he could have guessed. But how they fit together, the ways they acted upon one another and the other structures contained within the toy-- it wouldn't have even occurred to him to think about it.
He supposes in that way he has changed. It's a strange thing to think about. When he was told he couldn't attend the academy because of his Chosen duties, that furthering his education was unnecessary, he'd felt bitter. But he'd accepted it. And here he is now, far away from that world, learning new things every day.]
Heh. I really am jealous. You did a good job on this.
[Setting the bird carefully on the floor he watches it take a few waddling steps before coming to an abrupt halt.]
You never want to keep any of this stuff for yourself?
[That's what Altessa had done with Tabatha, an android he'd built for Mithos. Whether it'd been pride in his work or laziness or a genuine kindness Zelos had never asked.]
[Guy hunches over a bit as he watches the bird wobble along Zelos's arm, then on the floor. Once it stops moving, he goes to pick it up. Sets it down somewhere out of the way, where it won't run the risk of being accidentally crushed by one of them.]
Nah. I'm too old for toys. So are most of the people on our crew. [He doesn't admit it, but he doesn't think the teenagers aboard the Neheda qualified fully as "children." Thirteen was old enough for a young girl to be a fon guardian. For someone to draw their first blood from another living being.]
But if you liked it, you can keep it. When's the last time you got a gift?
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
[Taking the bottle back he throws back another gulp. It's not doing anything. But he'd like to pretend it was. It tastes like "ash", has all the consistency of dirt as it goes down his throat. The fact he doesn't gag and spit it all out is a masterful art of performance in itself.
Letting the bottle hang carelessly from his fingers as if he really is feeling the heady intoxication he tilts his head, face saying he's attempting to think.]
Maybe I should upgrade you. But I already have a butler eheheh 🎵. But you know... You do remind me of someone.
[Surprisingly. Lloyd is also very handy. As long as he lives he won't forget the sight of Lloyd working to fashion a keycrest for Colette when she'd lost her soul. Carefully re-etching lines in precious metal and shaping what had been merely trash into a tool to save a life he valued.
He holds out his hand for the bird.]
Can I see?
no subject
[They have been through a lot. Mysterious plagues, alien cats, an entire planet trying to kill them and then some. They've both seen many terrible things, enough to blot out the good. If Guy had to do this all again... well, he can't say he would have signed the damned contract if it'd been up to him.
But he knows Luke would have. That, if his friend had been told the whole story, he would have signed up to protect their home. Thinking about it makes him wearier than he cares to admit. So instead, he hands the bird over to Zelos. Gently lets it go once he sets it in his palm.
It's easier to fix small things like this.]
Give it a wind. It moves, so be careful not to let it drop.
no subject
[Much to Raine's ire. He settles the bottle down on the floor before reaching up. A few simple tugs with his teeth is all it takes to drag his glove off and drop it into his lap. He's not really in the habit of touching things with his bare skin, but he has been finding there's a greater amount of precision with small things when there's no cloth in the way. Winding the bird up gently he lifts it up so he can get a better view. Watches its wings flap and levels out his arm, playing a careful balancing game as it takes unsteady steps. Some months ago he wouldn't have understood this. That gears were involved he could have guessed. But how they fit together, the ways they acted upon one another and the other structures contained within the toy-- it wouldn't have even occurred to him to think about it.
He supposes in that way he has changed. It's a strange thing to think about. When he was told he couldn't attend the academy because of his Chosen duties, that furthering his education was unnecessary, he'd felt bitter. But he'd accepted it. And here he is now, far away from that world, learning new things every day.]
Heh. I really am jealous. You did a good job on this.
[Setting the bird carefully on the floor he watches it take a few waddling steps before coming to an abrupt halt.]
You never want to keep any of this stuff for yourself?
[That's what Altessa had done with Tabatha, an android he'd built for Mithos. Whether it'd been pride in his work or laziness or a genuine kindness Zelos had never asked.]
no subject
Nah. I'm too old for toys. So are most of the people on our crew. [He doesn't admit it, but he doesn't think the teenagers aboard the Neheda qualified fully as "children." Thirteen was old enough for a young girl to be a fon guardian. For someone to draw their first blood from another living being.]
But if you liked it, you can keep it. When's the last time you got a gift?