[Curious, Dion follows Clive's brief shift in vision. Though it comes at the cost of missing the way the other man's cheeks shift in hue, the fact that he looks at all isn't lost on the former prince. Huh. Mayhap he is seeing things, but he wouldn't have thought that Clive's interest skewed in both directions.
Good to know.]
Then perhaps it is we who are wrong, Phoenix? [He shifts his attention to Joshua now, lest Clive truly tire of his ribbing.] Shall we abandon our proper lives and live as he has.
[Dion shifts, bracing one hand against the table, elbow pointed toward the ceiling. He hunches over his bowl, shoveling one spoonful in, then two before — gods, he can't do it anymore. He quickly sits back up and covers his mouth once more. These men are doing awful things to him.]
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Good to know.]
Then perhaps it is we who are wrong, Phoenix? [He shifts his attention to Joshua now, lest Clive truly tire of his ribbing.] Shall we abandon our proper lives and live as he has.
[Dion shifts, bracing one hand against the table, elbow pointed toward the ceiling. He hunches over his bowl, shoveling one spoonful in, then two before — gods, he can't do it anymore. He quickly sits back up and covers his mouth once more. These men are doing awful things to him.]