Of Solemn Steps

while he does not disagree in the slightest, emotions in the TRUEST sense do not come forth easily. ganondorf has lived for many years without needing to share his thoughts aloud; this habit would not break easily. he doesn’t argue, however, and perhaps that alone says more than spoken word EVER could. it has been so very long since he made a habit out of arrogantly mouthing off to anyone who IRRITATED him.

❝–why do you call them SCIENTISTS?❞ he asks, changing tact with but a quiet nudge, a lowered whisper. ❝one would not typically form a CONNECTION between free thinkers and warriors. you’re not stupid, but you certainly don’t fight with just logic and technology.❞ he’s genuinely curious, even if words are intended to change the subject - and quickly! the bed creaks under his weight as he rolls to his side. a more DIRECT approach in the manner that he faces her.

☽☾ ⋯ He's silent, the only answer she's given. Leian picked at the bed covers as she wondered over whether such a response meant anything. It's noticed, certainly, and she's not about to pick it apart. If he refused to use his words, then let that be his issue, even if a small part of her wished he was a bit better at communicating. Still, he speaks up, eventually, and she's relieved for a change of conversational rhythm.

"It's archaic." A sigh, and she leans back into the bed sheets, staring up at the ceiling with only a blank expression in her eyes. Wistful, certainly, to think about those under her wing, yet the name they claimed only came with a hint of disgust.

✧*:･ﾟ| IF he’s bothered by haughty attitudes, he doesn’t show it; he’s dealt with much worse in his time. Siebren allows her SIMMERING attitude to batter him, understanding well that she’s merely wrestling with a panging hangover. He nods in understanding, buttering a pair of thick bread slices before placing them upon the griddle. He is nothing if not generous with his cooking.

❝WELL, I wasn’t born a researcher. That would be, ah, perhaps a touch CONCERNING wouldn’t you say?❞ He says with a hint of a tease. ❝My mother worked … rather hard, so I wanted to do what I could to help her, and that included kitchen duties.❞ But, for all her surprise, Leian does have A POINT to her assumptions. ❝I can’t say that you’re wrong about us researchers. You should probably consider yourself lucky that I don’t quite have much to RESEARCH at the moment.❞

☽☾ ⋯ Her head pangs with pain again, throbs coming and going like a raging ocean's waves. Almost, does she wonder, if it's better to get up and leave, find a dark spot to lie down and forget she ever tried to get up; he'd prefer it if she did do that, anyway. Yet, stubbornness was a hard habit to shake, and at least he wasn't complaining about it. And, while Leian grew increasingly agitated by the pain in her skull, the food still smelt wonderful, a pleasant distraction besides. 

UNSURPRISINGLY NOBLE IN HER DEMEANOR AND choice of words, the girl could quite as well stare down a coeurl with the same degree of FEROCITY. as usual when thrown into unknown situations, he can’t help but think, just what have i landed myself into this time? at least she is POLITE and above all else, needed assistance.

all too willing to place in him her TRUST and yet, she doesn’t even know what she’s landed herself into! he laughs, a warm and appreciative breathy little thing. ❝you really did want everythin’, huh. not even THINKING’ ‘bout it.❞ and wouldn’t it be nice, to never have any REPERCUSSIONS of that sort?

❝eeh…? ya never even had a burger before? well, ain’t that somethin’. is like a sandwich, but the bread is a bun, an’ ya can have a whole lotta DIFFERENT options on it. ‘sides pizza, i can’t think of a food with MORE options.❞ he beams, though can’t help but worry - does she have allergies? ❝ah, does any food make ya feel SICK in any way?❞

☽☾ ⋯ A sandwich? Yet, one with a lot more interesting things on it! Even the breads looked unfamiliar! Leian stares up at the picture with awe, fascinated by the ingredients and the peculiar, fancy sandwich. New and bizarre, she just had to try one! "Lots? Can I try everything on it?" Perhaps if she asks again, he'll understand just how important this request was. But even if she can't, she thinks hard about what he said, and how that might mess up her fancy sandwich.

"Nothing makes me sick. Well, a mushroom did once. Mam said it was good for me but it didn't feel good." It falls out, like bad words and bad memories often do, as her brow scowls as deep as they could go, and she stares at the tiles on the floor. But Leian didn't come here to be sick, and the kind man didn't come here to listen to her sad stories, so she puts on her important-person-voice, and looks back up to him. "But other mushrooms are okay. I like mushrooms a lot, especially the purple ones."