#euantheeulalia

Roderich sighed softly. “All right, I suppose. I could be better.” They’d finished a performance earlier in the day, and with so much playing, the timing of Roderich’s curse had gone on into the evening. Just a few minutes ago had he gained back his human form and ability to speak. It was a harmless change, but it was a bit draining. “And you? I hope you’ve managed to get some rest.”

Gillian blinked at the chess board. He’d never been very good at chess, nor was it one of his favorite games to play, so he was surprised he had won. “Did you let me win?” He gave her a teasing look, not being very serious. “Maybe I should play more if I’m so good at this.”

"A good thing you don't have my pity," he sneered. To him pity was a silly thing, so there certainly was no finding pity with him. "Don't expect pity here. You'll be lucky if a kid even feels anything for you."

From where he was sitting, Roderich sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know. I understand. I’m sure many people here understand as well,” he spoke softly, the tired strain in his voice obvious. “But there’s nothing to be done about it.”

Why are people asking him so many questions today? It’s making him both uncomfortable and suspicious. “I regret not eating those pancakes this morning??”

“..How do you do it?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. Wouldn’t hurt to exchange strategies, especially when they had down time, say, while travelling.

“If anything it would be the incidental product of thought. If you are to do something you think about it first, plan it ahead. At least here that stands true.” He gave a slight shrug as he spoke. “All in all, an odd question in the end.”

Yeah, but- [she points at a particularly warty visitor] No amount of rose-tinted glasses can save that.