He does a good job of the sentimental, actually, yeah! Better than all of you. [teasing, gently. sometimes you like a man who is just very honest about liking you and also draws you stupid stick figures of living on a farm somewhere in full view of everybody in the dead bar]
But yeah. Wasn't exactly happy that it happened to you, either. I don't want to kiss you, mind, but I'm very fucking upset that you got blown over.
[ bursts into tears over boothill's stick figures. they are so sincere and sweet that he's not surprised by this, scoffing lightly but without any heat. ]
That's because you're a sap too. [ after that though, he goes quiet for a bit. he's kind of given up altogether on deterring her from being nice, but it still clearly takes a second to wrangle out a reaction. ] ...Will you get fussy if I say it's fine? No one was going to stop Lucas in that state.
[ karlach could certainly help deal with lucas physically, but there was nothing any of them could do about how sudden and unpredictable it was. he has a very ~it is what it is~ approach to these things happening to him. ]
[makes a FACE but she doesn't argue, because she is, in fact, a sap.]
I will get a little fussy. [she says, tail swishing.] Nothing was going to stop him, you're right. But I can still be worried about you and how you feel about being killed, because even if you come back, it still happened.
I believe you if you say you're not absolutely fucked up over it. Just... I know it's rough.
[ he's told people much the same: the trauma of dying isn't nothing, even if it's temporary. it's still something frightening, something to unpack, an unanswered question of mortality. ]
...I'd come to terms with death.
[ mostly. ]
But maybe that was hubris. You know as well as anyone how difficult it is to train away the fear of dying.
[ it never really goes away. even when you're invincible—even when you're ready to die.
he pauses, then sighs. it could perhaps be interpreted as a scoff. ]
...Stubborn. [ he doesn't know if he's glad to be back, but he plucks at some fibers on one of the blankets here. quietly: ] But it's good to see you too, Karlach.
[she leans in, sprawling her upper half on the couch that he's sitting on, settled on the floor still.
that's good enough for her - she's just going to keep him company for a while more, chattering uselessly about things that don't matter, just so that he's not alone.]
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He does a good job of the sentimental, actually, yeah! Better than all of you. [teasing, gently. sometimes you like a man who is just very honest about liking you and also draws you stupid stick figures of living on a farm somewhere in full view of everybody in the dead bar]
But yeah. Wasn't exactly happy that it happened to you, either. I don't want to kiss you, mind, but I'm very fucking upset that you got blown over.
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That's because you're a sap too. [ after that though, he goes quiet for a bit. he's kind of given up altogether on deterring her from being nice, but it still clearly takes a second to wrangle out a reaction. ] ...Will you get fussy if I say it's fine? No one was going to stop Lucas in that state.
[ karlach could certainly help deal with lucas physically, but there was nothing any of them could do about how sudden and unpredictable it was. he has a very ~it is what it is~ approach to these things happening to him. ]
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I will get a little fussy. [she says, tail swishing.] Nothing was going to stop him, you're right. But I can still be worried about you and how you feel about being killed, because even if you come back, it still happened.
I believe you if you say you're not absolutely fucked up over it. Just... I know it's rough.
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...I'd come to terms with death.
[ mostly. ]
But maybe that was hubris. You know as well as anyone how difficult it is to train away the fear of dying.
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[...]
Anyway. I'm glad you're still here. Is it time for me to tell you my weekly I care about you, so you can scoff?
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he pauses, then sighs. it could perhaps be interpreted as a scoff. ]
...Stubborn. [ he doesn't know if he's glad to be back, but he plucks at some fibers on one of the blankets here. quietly: ] But it's good to see you too, Karlach.
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that's good enough for her - she's just going to keep him company for a while more, chattering uselessly about things that don't matter, just so that he's not alone.]