(Going to link his opt-out so you have an idea of what that entails) [ Oh this is like a 50 chapter fanfic and he is going to read the hell out of it when he gets the chance. Not right now though, since they're having a conversation, but he can certainly pick up the broad strokes from a cursory look. He is positively delighted. With the state of relationships here he'll have plenty to read for a while. He does have to wonder if he doesn't feel tugged in half with so many of those threads not connecting anywhere here. ]
Oh! My role at home was to spread love and blessings. Love is my favorite thing, no matter what form it takes~
[ He's not being 'nice' in his mind. This is indulging in some ways, for him. He does mean it, but... Hmm. He has a hard time looking past the reality of what he does. He really did used to think he was helping people by guiding them to the Garden. Pavlova shook his head lightly and looked down at his plate, the glaze was dry enough he could probably add more colors... He starts in with some other colors, making a heart pattern around the outer edge. ]
Really? They look really good! We did a lot of artsy stuff around the garden so I'm used to the painting part at least. My-- master taught me how to play the lyre too.
[ The mention of clothes makes him look down at his himation and puffy bloomers. He's never really... needed anything other than this or something close to it. And certainly nothing that wasn't red or pink. ]
I think accounting for my wings would probably be hard, haha. I've never had a lot of clothes. But it was nice in the garden so I didn't need much anyway.
[ he gives the cute white and pale pink appendages a little flap to call attention to them, but they notably... didn't push as much air as they probably should have. They're tucked away before they can be inspected too closely. ]
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[ Oh this is like a 50 chapter fanfic and he is going to read the hell out of it when he gets the chance. Not right now though, since they're having a conversation, but he can certainly pick up the broad strokes from a cursory look. He is positively delighted. With the state of relationships here he'll have plenty to read for a while. He does have to wonder if he doesn't feel tugged in half with so many of those threads not connecting anywhere here. ]
Oh! My role at home was to spread love and blessings. Love is my favorite thing, no matter what form it takes~
[ He's not being 'nice' in his mind. This is indulging in some ways, for him. He does mean it, but... Hmm. He has a hard time looking past the reality of what he does. He really did used to think he was helping people by guiding them to the Garden. Pavlova shook his head lightly and looked down at his plate, the glaze was dry enough he could probably add more colors... He starts in with some other colors, making a heart pattern around the outer edge. ]
Really? They look really good! We did a lot of artsy stuff around the garden so I'm used to the painting part at least. My-- master taught me how to play the lyre too.
[ The mention of clothes makes him look down at his himation and puffy bloomers. He's never really... needed anything other than this or something close to it. And certainly nothing that wasn't red or pink. ]
I think accounting for my wings would probably be hard, haha. I've never had a lot of clothes. But it was nice in the garden so I didn't need much anyway.
[ he gives the cute white and pale pink appendages a little flap to call attention to them, but they notably... didn't push as much air as they probably should have. They're tucked away before they can be inspected too closely. ]