Oh he has. A taste of home! His biggest complaint isn’t having to eat people like some fucked up sequence killer or pick Kim’s teeth out of the sink, it’s that everyone’s been being way too nice to him since he got here. Thanks Jean!
He loves it so much he seems to shrink an inch or two, wincing, gritting his teeth.
[Should I just…take them off?]
SUGGESTION - (Yes.)
COMPOSURE - (No!)
AUTHORITY - (Whatever you do is because it’s your choice. He’s your subordinate. You aren’t doing anything *for* him.)
ESPIRIT DE CORPS - (It’s your job. It’s your job to do things for him you self obsessed maniac. You’re brothers.)
[Shut up, oh my god. I’m putting an end to this right now.]
SAVOIR FAIRE - (When you put the glasses back into your pocket, you can physically feel the coolness leave your body.)
PERCEPTION - (But you can see Jean better now. Look! He’s angry *and* filthy!) Harry hopes to stop any further ranting with two raised hands and a submissive smile.
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - (Pathetic.)
AUTHORITY - (You’re letting him walk all over you.)
HALF LIGHT - (Bite him.)
“Okay can I do…all of these, one at a time? ‘Cause, okay…Kim and I got here months ago. We aren’t dead. I’m on a night jog, you know? For digestion.”
He pats his stomach, and by association, the dumplings he just ate with fondness. It rumbles contentedly at him in response. He's been trying to treat his body kinder.
“So, in conclusion…you’re the one who’s late, actually. And that’s the fuck.”
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He loves it so much he seems to shrink an inch or two, wincing, gritting his teeth.
[Should I just…take them off?]
SUGGESTION - (Yes.)
COMPOSURE - (No!)
AUTHORITY - (Whatever you do is because it’s your choice. He’s your subordinate. You aren’t doing anything *for* him.)
ESPIRIT DE CORPS - (It’s your job. It’s your job to do things for him you self obsessed maniac. You’re brothers.)
[Shut up, oh my god. I’m putting an end to this right now.]
SAVOIR FAIRE - (When you put the glasses back into your pocket, you can physically feel the coolness leave your body.)
PERCEPTION - (But you can see Jean better now. Look! He’s angry *and* filthy!)
Harry hopes to stop any further ranting with two raised hands and a submissive smile.
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - (Pathetic.)
AUTHORITY - (You’re letting him walk all over you.)
HALF LIGHT - (Bite him.)
“Okay can I do…all of these, one at a time? ‘Cause, okay…Kim and I got here months ago. We aren’t dead. I’m on a night jog, you know? For digestion.”
He pats his stomach, and by association, the dumplings he just ate with fondness. It rumbles contentedly at him in response. He's been trying to treat his body kinder.
“So, in conclusion…you’re the one who’s late, actually. And that’s the fuck.”