Jeez, I hope so. I mean it's day three, right? She's gotta be hungry by now.
[And here they are. Zulius lets out an unhappy hum. From where they're sitting on the shitty couch, he crosses and uncrosses his forelegs, then crosses them again, unsettled, deeply unhappy. His ears flick back as he listens- not angry, no. Just...upset. He doesn't like this and he can't even properly pinpoint why.]
I don't hate you.
[It's important to get that out, he feels, to ease any concern she might have that he could ever hate her. He picks at the side of the couch.]
I mean, the alternative is me dying and that happened anyway.
[Which was...probably inevitable. He's thrown himself into so much danger since getting the app, trying to protect the people he cares about. Even if his battle skills are lax at best. This was always going to happen eventually, he supposed.]
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[And here they are. Zulius lets out an unhappy hum. From where they're sitting on the shitty couch, he crosses and uncrosses his forelegs, then crosses them again, unsettled, deeply unhappy. His ears flick back as he listens- not angry, no. Just...upset. He doesn't like this and he can't even properly pinpoint why.]
I don't hate you.
[It's important to get that out, he feels, to ease any concern she might have that he could ever hate her. He picks at the side of the couch.]
I mean, the alternative is me dying and that happened anyway.
[Which was...probably inevitable. He's thrown himself into so much danger since getting the app, trying to protect the people he cares about. Even if his battle skills are lax at best. This was always going to happen eventually, he supposed.]
...I don't know. Feels like a waste.