#thyjester

we can fix that.

huh. suspicious. when pierro calls him that, it makes him want to pursue another route just so kaeya can avoid him.

regardless of this, he's curious.

his approach to pierro, however, is akin to someone carefully approaching an undetonated landmine.

@thyjester: "" i must say that i am quite surprised by your willingness in trading with the knave . . . why , if i may ask ? ""

vishap hues narrow ever so slightly at the straight to business talk the other had. of course, it was always business with him, nothing else. times do change people, and it seemed neuvillette had to adapt to the past changing as well before him. a sigh leaves him as he straightens up, there were reasons, both personal and logical, but knowing what to give the other was a challenge in of itself.

grabbing the goblet, he looks inside to see how much water he had left for a conversation like this, one answer will not satisfy the fatui - it never does - but seeing it was filled to a satisfied amount for now, the iudex turns his attention back to the director.

..guess kinji always being around, soon become a normalcy to the other harbingers. the red demon's little nook, a hall far away from any other commotion, every so often a soldier will try to stop by for a tease but, at the same; expected, each one is chased out. you are not one of the chosen ones... he will do anything; to get on their good side, their favorite side.. is it for the harbingers or, for childe's climb? it's a good thing to figure out, perhaps. ANYWAYS - curious, to see. will he love the flavor? pierro has always seemed like a pretty bland character... minus, his position.. "it's brown sugar, not too powerful and just a little oat milk.." red tells him the ingredients and flavor that he made, for the cup, for pierro to try and fall in love with a comfort made by a warming kitsune..

what manner of brute simply charges in without so much as a knock? dottore turns to face the jester as he so rudely severs his focus, eyes narrowed even though he knows pierro can't see it. he's likely come to expect it from him anyway.

" was there just no time for you to learn manners before your homeland was eradicated or are you choosing to barge about like a barbarian for fun? " times like these are when he's most thankful for the mask he wears. makes it easy to roll his eyes in peace. the doctor spins in his chair to tune his focus back in to the important matter, i.e., the bluprints sprawled all about his desk. a hand is then waved behind him in the general direction of the tables on the opposite end of the room. disorganized in the eyes of others, but he doesn't seem to think so seeing as he chooses to keep it that way.

"" how funny . . . that your presence , and lack of , can bring such unpleasant feelings . . . "" a small curl of his lips can be seen on the corner uncovered , looking ahead of him at the nation of freedom , more specifically , the city of . "" how grand of you , barbatos - such an accomplishment is not easy to obtain . i am sure decarabian would be proud . ""

          " the god of storms predates you by two thousand years ,  yes ? "   the old one ,  anyway ,  a title barbatos has thus far refused to claim as his own .  yet the discomfort he feels still shows in his tone ,  his furrowed brows ,  despite his efforts to remain composed ;  a comparison that leaves him sick to his stomach ,  an ache in its empty chest .

          venti follows the jesters gaze to look upon the city ,  the breeze whipping his hair around his face .  it mirrors his slight distress ,  harsher than before .  what a pain it is to have the weather bend at your emotions ,  but it comes hand in hand with being an element incarnate .