[ Hmm. The math checks out. Not that he knew much more detail than that - other than he was essentially a fractured, body-less spirit that lived many lives. ]
That's fair.
[ He stood there awkwardly, not sure how to go about this. Should he sit close? keep his distance? What's the social protocol for "I turned into a tentacle monster and took your energy and left you a husk"? ]
Uhm... so I think I have to give you some Chroma back, then.
[Emet-Selch leaned over, settling against Hal's side. There, that was more like it.]
I have been feeling a desire to relax in comfort lately... Though what you usually see me in was not my full Imperial Regalia, by any means. I was always covered in full armor, and had to bear the most dreadfully cumbersome helm.
[Of course, that had been his own fault, seeing as he was the one who designed the aesthetic...]
I... thought you were going to ask to have sex. This is nice. I'm not complaining! But I expected... that...
[ Weirdly soft. Should he hold his hand? Probably, since that was what he did for most folks to give them a little boost. He took a delicate hand in his own. ]
Oh. Well, I would hate to disappoint, but I fear I am rather tired this evening. I am simply not feeling equal to the task, at least not in any decent sort of way.
[Also, he was no longer entirely sure he could trust Hal. True, it had likely been entirely the result of an off lunar effect, but there was always that sliver of possibility...]
It's okay, I'm here, I've got time for you. Whatever you want to do. I'm your little Chroma battery, to make up for it.
[ He was kind of relieved; Hal didn't want any weird Pavlovian responses going on, like what he had developed when he'd visited Angela's home... or Ardyn's home... He crosses those thresholds and was engaging in some adult play shortly thereafter. ]
Is this your apology? Hm... very well, I accept. I am quite content to say here, just like this for a while. Perhaps you could tell me some amusing tale or another while we sit.
[Or if Hal did not have any interesting tales, at least he would provide Emet-Selch with some soothing white noise as he basked in the warmth of Chroma.]
... I mean, I don't know what you'd find amusing I could tell you about things that I've experienced? I've been held hostage before. I've been on the run from government authorities.
[ That said: ]
I'm sorry. It's not that I didn't exactly know what would happen, it's more that I didn't care. You weren't the only one I drank from during that time.
I see. Well, that does seem to be the usual sort of weakness that runs rampant among in mankind. I do hope you can learn from this.
[He stretched, reaching his arms above his head, then settled one around Hal's shoulders, leaning against him once more.]
Now, as to those stories... [They did not sound particularly amusing, but there could be something there he could tease out.] What had you done to get bring such attention to yourself?
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That's fair.
[ He stood there awkwardly, not sure how to go about this. Should he sit close? keep his distance? What's the social protocol for "I turned into a tentacle monster and took your energy and left you a husk"? ]
Uhm... so I think I have to give you some Chroma back, then.
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[He patted the cushion next to him.]
"Sit with me."
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I don't think I've seen you in anything other than your usual regalia.
[ Was this a porno set hint... already in the robe, ready to take his Chroma back. ]
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I have been feeling a desire to relax in comfort lately... Though what you usually see me in was not my full Imperial Regalia, by any means. I was always covered in full armor, and had to bear the most dreadfully cumbersome helm.
[Of course, that had been his own fault, seeing as he was the one who designed the aesthetic...]
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I think you'd look nice if you wore more modern... clothes. A nice vest. You have broad shoulders and an elegant body.
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[Emet-Selch rested his chin atop Hal's head]
Ah, this is rather a balm to the senses.
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[ Weirdly soft. Should he hold his hand? Probably, since that was what he did for most folks to give them a little boost. He took a delicate hand in his own. ]
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[Also, he was no longer entirely sure he could trust Hal. True, it had likely been entirely the result of an off lunar effect, but there was always that sliver of possibility...]
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[ He was kind of relieved; Hal didn't want any weird Pavlovian responses going on, like what he had developed when he'd visited Angela's home... or Ardyn's home... He crosses those thresholds and was engaging in some adult play shortly thereafter. ]
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[Or if Hal did not have any interesting tales, at least he would provide Emet-Selch with some soothing white noise as he basked in the warmth of Chroma.]
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[ That said: ]
I'm sorry. It's not that I didn't exactly know what would happen, it's more that I didn't care. You weren't the only one I drank from during that time.
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[He stretched, reaching his arms above his head, then settled one around Hal's shoulders, leaning against him once more.]
Now, as to those stories... [They did not sound particularly amusing, but there could be something there he could tease out.] What had you done to get bring such attention to yourself?
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Been the chief engineer on a walking tank that a terrorist group wanted.
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