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fabian aramais seacaster ([personal profile] maximumlegend) wrote2024-04-26 08:23 pm

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[personal profile] tinflower 2024-11-07 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Fabian may be finding something odd about Gorgug, but Gorgug finds it strange that Fabian wants to come with him. Why? Is this a test? If it's easier to just stay downstairs than to go all the way to their apartment or bed again, why isn't Fabian going for the more logical answer in this situation? It makes him feel tense in a way he can't explain, like Fabian truly doesn't believe him--or can't trust him, and...

Doesn't he have a good reason for that? Because he's Gorgug.

He bows his head, looking at his hands for a second. ]


Why? I'm not gonna get lost.

[ He opts for a joking tone, trying for the same effect as Fabian's voice seems to be going for. If reassuring Fabian that he's okay doesn't work, then won't making it sound like he doesn't need to be babied be the better route? Fabian can relax, he doesn't need to watch out for him. ]
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[personal profile] tinflower 2024-11-12 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It is friendly. It's overly fun, and Gorgug thinks--that it has to be on purpose. This is deliberate, and his mind knows where to take it; because while others might see this from the outside and take a flirty tone to it...

He's mocking me. The voice plants itself, and it fits too well into place. Doesn't it make sense? Fabian coming all the way out to the lab in the first place, the kid gloves he's been treating him with. He's someone to take care of, he's got a job to do: he's the one who's got to figure out how to bring Adaine back.

The thought is enough to spike the emotions that are always presence in his gut, as he's staring back at Fabian, the exasperation already reaching up in the hold of his shoulders. ]


Why can't you just fucking let me go to bed on my own?

[ --And up, and out of his mouth. He snaps, and it's not something he hasn't done before, especially throughout his time in junior year and the building coursework he was under stress with. He's stopped walking, his expression incredulous over his usually perplexed crease of his brows.

Fabian knows what he's doing. He's treating him like a kid. ]