[Mad or empty... It's the danger you know about or the one you don't... He lets her examine it with a general air to his body language of 'see? weird', taking it back with same.]
The me you knew, huh... [The him who tried to tackle Midori... it's unnerving to hear about him, in the same way it is to hear your own voice on a recording.] Maybe... that makes a little sense. So then it wouldn't be poisonous?
[There's a nosing-forward note of interest in his tone as he looks back down at the liquid. He'd heard about the drinks machine from Ranger, who'd pretty much said they were there to be consumed, and while he'd had the thought at the time that it would be ironic if that had been how Sara had died, she remembers it so that's probably not it.]
Err... Well, yeah. Do I need to have another reason? Way to be cautious... Ahaha, it's fine if you don't believe me, though.
[He'd run over the potential conversations in his head, but had to admit he didn't really know how it'd end up going so... asking about something that's been bugging him lately it was. He pushes up his beanie a little, tugging at his hair.]
...Well, I guess I also wanted to ask about another truce.
[While he definitely feels like the hard-done-by one in this equation still, it's a matter of necessity as well. They had that meeting about Midori, but that was all of them, and it didn't go well... Sara keeping on promising things she couldn't guarantee.
But... he's also been tired of this. Much as his kneejerk reaction is to choke it, he does miss just... being able to talk without this tension, an internal balance he's been trying to strike between impulses with only a sketch of a map. And now that he has his scarf, he's prepared for if or when it ever happens again, his fingers falling to curl in the blue. He wants this to not be a mistake.]
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Date: 2022-04-07 07:08 am (UTC)The me you knew, huh... [The him who tried to tackle Midori... it's unnerving to hear about him, in the same way it is to hear your own voice on a recording.] Maybe... that makes a little sense. So then it wouldn't be poisonous?
[There's a nosing-forward note of interest in his tone as he looks back down at the liquid. He'd heard about the drinks machine from Ranger, who'd pretty much said they were there to be consumed, and while he'd had the thought at the time that it would be ironic if that had been how Sara had died, she remembers it so that's probably not it.]
Err... Well, yeah. Do I need to have another reason? Way to be cautious... Ahaha, it's fine if you don't believe me, though.
[He'd run over the potential conversations in his head, but had to admit he didn't really know how it'd end up going so... asking about something that's been bugging him lately it was. He pushes up his beanie a little, tugging at his hair.]
...Well, I guess I also wanted to ask about another truce.
[While he definitely feels like the hard-done-by one in this equation still, it's a matter of necessity as well. They had that meeting about Midori, but that was all of them, and it didn't go well... Sara keeping on promising things she couldn't guarantee.
But... he's also been tired of this. Much as his kneejerk reaction is to choke it, he does miss just... being able to talk without this tension, an internal balance he's been trying to strike between impulses with only a sketch of a map. And now that he has his scarf, he's prepared for if or when it ever happens again, his fingers falling to curl in the blue. He wants this to not be a mistake.]