#osfirth.threads

"you already have blatant favoritism working in your favor, it's really only decent of you to slide any useful information toward me. your most beloved friend who isn't a noble." they would be batting their eyes if they thought it would sway elas' mind further - but that wasn't likely.

"aw, come on. you could tell them a blatant lie and they'd still pat your head and tell you how wonderful you are. and -" they snap their fingers but go quiet for a moment, gaze turned to the ceiling as they think, "- you...still owe me. for something that i will think of should it become relevant."

"oh, 'come to transvania, it will be fun! think of the adventure!'" the look oz shoots navier is nothing short of exasperated. "see if i listen to you again. do you know how busy i have been since it happened? running around like i am getting paid to do so." never mind the fact that he was paid to do so, that was clearly beside the point.

a pastry is held out to navier, no doubt swiped from the kitchens. transvanian food couldn't hold a candle to the delicacies of home, but at least this one looked halfway decent. "it probably isn't poisoned, who knows? i'd put my gold on not."