[ Acceptance, yes, but far from forgiveness. That will happen in due time, depending on the other's attitude- he's still wholeheartedly bitter about the expected death and the affliction stealing the heat from his skin, and he does need something to wholeheartedly complain about.
The shadow of a grimace earns the shadow of a smirk- the other may be his superior in many things, but he'll take having the one-up in any way he can take. Things are easy to piece together when you lack any light in your home, and keep your office free of candles and other such flame-related matters. Much like the insects crawling under his flesh. ]
Must you attempt to churn my stomach at every opportunity. Keep your bloody swarms inside where they belong.
[ Not to say he isn't hardened to gore and viscera, but even he doesn't have a love for the sight of swarming, wriggling insects. A better tolerance due to his closeness to the elder for years, but it's still not his first choice.
The obvious distress Mishka is under is his reward for putting up with this, as they trek through the blistering heat overhead. It's apparently supposed to be less sweltering tomorrow, thank christ, but neither of them are particularly made for hot climes.]
Familiar and just as aggravating. [ She hasn't tried to eat anyone yet, though, so still a one-up. The verbal poking of his wounds makes him grimace in turn, but luckily it isn't as noticeable with his back turned towards the other. ] And I've things at home, and if that doesn't work, then a potion leftover. I've lived through worse, and so have you.
[ He's also not going to mention it, but yeah, Mishka is even paler than he is- he's totally fucked. Luckily, rural means close, and his is somewhat closer to town than some others...from a distance, it's not in all too much better shape than Mishka's own, but it's notably cleaner and more put together. Probably because somebody's actually been working on it already. ]
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The shadow of a grimace earns the shadow of a smirk- the other may be his superior in many things, but he'll take having the one-up in any way he can take. Things are easy to piece together when you lack any light in your home, and keep your office free of candles and other such flame-related matters. Much like the insects crawling under his flesh. ]
Must you attempt to churn my stomach at every opportunity. Keep your bloody swarms inside where they belong.
[ Not to say he isn't hardened to gore and viscera, but even he doesn't have a love for the sight of swarming, wriggling insects. A better tolerance due to his closeness to the elder for years, but it's still not his first choice.
The obvious distress Mishka is under is his reward for putting up with this, as they trek through the blistering heat overhead. It's apparently supposed to be less sweltering tomorrow, thank christ, but neither of them are particularly made for hot climes.]
Familiar and just as aggravating. [ She hasn't tried to eat anyone yet, though, so still a one-up. The verbal poking of his wounds makes him grimace in turn, but luckily it isn't as noticeable with his back turned towards the other. ] And I've things at home, and if that doesn't work, then a potion leftover. I've lived through worse, and so have you.
[ He's also not going to mention it, but yeah, Mishka is even paler than he is- he's totally fucked. Luckily, rural means close, and his is somewhat closer to town than some others...from a distance, it's not in all too much better shape than Mishka's own, but it's notably cleaner and more put together. Probably because somebody's actually been working on it already. ]