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If Kyryll didn't understand by now that Rerir was mostly bark and less bite when he was allowed to relax, he didn't know what would convince him.

Rerir is quiet, studying, weighing how this feels, how 𝘩𝘦 feels.

...it annoys him that there's something sated in him from this.

...tomorrow's problem.

// tiny progress~.
Scared him but he didn't lash out 😂

Rerir nearly jumps out of his skin, his body jolting, but he doesn't get up or react more than that... well, save for the squint and the growl he lets out at Kyryll.

Sighing heavier, he relaxes again, annoyed that he allows his arm to curl even remotely closer to the fae.

"...now go to sleep..."

"And usually I take a few minutes to do what Paimon calls a micro nap standing up. Doesn't mean you never adapt and develop different needs."

...he'll regret this, possibly.

He sighs, staring up at the ceiling, then... flops his arm out and extends his hand as though in offering. "...here, fool."

// ...I see what you're doing there....

Sighing again, Rerir just lets his head thunk back against his designated sleeping area.

"...necessary or not, it would do you some good... and put me at ease."

...sigh.

"...Kyryll, please. You insist I sleep but you scarcely do it yourself."

....that's not what he meant, he just wants him to sleep.

He HAS been-- he's just--... struggling with his own thoughts and feelings tonight.

"...hard to sleep when you're staring at me, Kyryll..."

Go to BED, fae.

Nothing-- why is he still awake?

....stupid, insufferable fae.

~without saying it?

"...shut up."

Yes, very effective communication, Rerir. So much maturity.

~Rerir would not allow himself to dwell on it.

That last comment earned Kyryll another snarled growl, the Sinner whipping his head to the side to shoot the fae a look through the curtain of his hair, the tips of his ears burning hotter now.

How does he explain he was trying to show he trusts him~

Rerir was about to start embodying the very essence of a husky if Kyryll did not cease.

The gentle squeeze to his bare hand made Rerir's skin prickle, though whether it was from the contrast of the fae's cool touch compared to his ever burning furnace or the feelings he refused to acknowledge,~

~leave what he left with another `offering`?

....he needs to monitor the comings and goings from Nasha Town.

~flower he'd left at the one on Starsand Shoal.

Confused, Rerir knelt down and carefully plucked it up, examining it to see if he was just hallucinating or not, quickly glancing around as though in search of whoever may have left it here.

...nothing.

"...why?"
Why would they take such care to~

He always just seems to miss who, or what, leaves these little `offerings`...

Annoyed this time, Rerir approaches the last of the outcrops he's seen to have one of them this time, letting out an irritated growled sigh as he stares at the bundle.

Only this time... he takes note of something.

The~

// gerjkglredf listen.
I don't blame Flins one bit 😂

// meanwhile, in another timeline 😂

~at first, mildly suspicious, but then...

A small show of trust, eyeing Kyryll as he allowed himself to reach out. "....fine."

~to further shield himself when he felt that heat raging in his skin.

"Ha ha, very funny." He gruffs out, though his voice isn't nearly as gravelly as it usually is, a softer tone to it in this visage. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

Rerir pauses as he turns enough to see the hand offered, hesitant~

...that laugh did something to him he couldn't quite describe, allowing that sound to burn itself into his mind to reflect on later.

That tease had Rerir sputtering, turning his head with a frustrated growl so his hair would hide his face (that was painfully absent of any bandages), raising a hand~

a cartoon drawing of a man with long hair and a blue jacket ALT: a cartoon drawing of a man with long hair and a blue jacket

~Abyssal power to envelop his body, taking on a... slightly different appearance.

His own.
From back in Khaenri'ah.

Brown hair, blue eyes, the grey uniform he wore, shorter.

"...will this do?"

That... that made Rerir cringe, the Sinner lowering his gaze and angling his head away in an almost submissive gesture, remorse clear in his eyes.

There was no excuse for that, he knew that.

"...I'm sorry..." It's a start at least.

Taking a breath and letting it out slowly, Rerir allows his~

// rice is good if you're hungry and want 2000 of something, but I did not, in fact, want 2000 of something right now omg let me put my leftovers away hang on

// how dare the idea of Dad Rerir infect my brain so quickly, fucking rude actually

"...I could, but..." Rerir stared, taking in Kyryll's posture and expression, then he looked down at himself to assess for a moment before meeting his gaze again.

"...I thought you didn't want me doing that anymore." Unless... well, he'll wait for Kyryll's answer first.

// Just consuming my dinner, I'll get to longer replies once I'm done 😩

"Me?"

He just has to make sure he heard that right.

Him.
In Nasha Town of all places.
The Sinner.

...a moment of quiet consideration.

"...you sure that's a good idea?"

// I was wondering how I could address this particular thing with Rerir 😂😂