[ and, of course, no matter how many times Rutile does this, Cinnabar reacts with shock and affront all the same. He's loud, annoying, and he seems to have very little regard for his own wellbeing, considering how often he decides to show up and bother them - they look a little concerned when he almost falls, but the look vanishes quickly when he keeps running and comes right up to them. They stumble backwards at once, putting the customary five-or-six-minimum feet between them once more, before holding their arms stiffly at their sides. Silver poison dances nervously in the air around them. ]
Idiot! You could have run into me! [ and then he'd probably get covered in mercury and they'd probably fall on the ground and break apart and it would be such a mess... Cinnabar shakes their head. ] W-what are you even saying?
[ the gloves in his hands don't seem to have registered - most likely because they're extremely normalized for Cinnabar. Every gem wears them! ]
I'M BACK ALIVE AND HUNGRY FOR RUTILE
Idiot! You could have run into me! [ and then he'd probably get covered in mercury and they'd probably fall on the ground and break apart and it would be such a mess... Cinnabar shakes their head. ] W-what are you even saying?
[ the gloves in his hands don't seem to have registered - most likely because they're extremely normalized for Cinnabar. Every gem wears them! ]