[ He has tried to not think of the words spat in recent time- it has only been nigh perhaps a week and a half at best, but he obviously has far worse things to worry about. His memory of things said whilst in the depths of intoxication is a bit blurry, but he knows he says more than he meant to, and whatever it was was proved anyway- Mishka did not hold that back, back on the ship days prior.
Why bother stewing over it, when it is done? At least, that it what he tries to tell himself, despite the itch in the back of his skull.
For a moment, Adelis says nothing, watching with eyes barely narrowing as Mishka leans a hand up to brush his neck. Odd, for him, but he supposes the other has been nothing but bloody odd since his arrival. Content in his faux little displays of affection that make Adelis' head hurt, pretending to be something he is not.
...And yet, he can't stop the bewilderment from flickering over his features at the...apology? Admittance? It sounds so bizarre to his ears, he actually falters. ]
...What?
[ This is...what is this? He was expecting excuses, not this. Whatever this is. It takes a few moments, but he hardens himself again, clucking his tongue in vague irritation. ]
That is a far different story than what you have been telling me, with no shortage in your sincerity, for over a week now. Several times, no fucking less. [ In rapid succession! What the fuck. ] Do you really expect me to believe you've had such an abrupt change of heart, that you suddenly see the apparent error of your ways?
[ Heart, sounds like a funny thing when describing the other. Despite how Adelis attempts to look more aggravated, there is an obviously uneasy look in his eye. He can't be serious, right? After all that goddamn bravado. ]
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Why bother stewing over it, when it is done? At least, that it what he tries to tell himself, despite the itch in the back of his skull.
For a moment, Adelis says nothing, watching with eyes barely narrowing as Mishka leans a hand up to brush his neck. Odd, for him, but he supposes the other has been nothing but bloody odd since his arrival. Content in his faux little displays of affection that make Adelis' head hurt, pretending to be something he is not.
...And yet, he can't stop the bewilderment from flickering over his features at the...apology? Admittance? It sounds so bizarre to his ears, he actually falters. ]
...What?
[ This is...what is this? He was expecting excuses, not this. Whatever this is. It takes a few moments, but he hardens himself again, clucking his tongue in vague irritation. ]
That is a far different story than what you have been telling me, with no shortage in your sincerity, for over a week now. Several times, no fucking less. [ In rapid succession! What the fuck. ] Do you really expect me to believe you've had such an abrupt change of heart, that you suddenly see the apparent error of your ways?
[ Heart, sounds like a funny thing when describing the other. Despite how Adelis attempts to look more aggravated, there is an obviously uneasy look in his eye. He can't be serious, right? After all that goddamn bravado. ]