[ he takes them so seriously. They don't actually think he's a creep (unlike Figaro, for whom the jury is still out), fortunately, and his very genuine response to them succeeds in making them feel a little guilty, judging by the twinge in their expression. Rutile is one of those rare people that Cinnabar likes, after all - not that they'd ever say this or even admit it to themself. And not that they're going to apologize for their behavior towards him anyway. The look is gone as quickly as it appeared, and then they're back to suspicious and judgmental, as per usual.
They are listening, though, which is possibly a mistake, seeing as he goes and drops the L-word in there without hesitation - they choke a little when he does, eyes widening, but he just moves past it like nothing happened?! Maybe he's the type who says that about everybody; he certainly seems like the type. They try to move past it, too, shaking their head just slightly... but it's going to stick in the back of their head for the rest of the day, at least. No one's said anything like that to them in hundreds of years. A light red dusts their cheeks, their true color blushing through the white powder. ]
... You always speak without thinking, [ they mutter, derogatory, but continue, trying to put it from their mind. ] I still don't know what you're saying... I don't know what "dance" is.
[ but if it involves touching them, then Rutile should already know Cinnabar's going to put up a fight about it. ]
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They are listening, though, which is possibly a mistake, seeing as he goes and drops the L-word in there without hesitation - they choke a little when he does, eyes widening, but he just moves past it like nothing happened?! Maybe he's the type who says that about everybody; he certainly seems like the type. They try to move past it, too, shaking their head just slightly... but it's going to stick in the back of their head for the rest of the day, at least. No one's said anything like that to them in hundreds of years. A light red dusts their cheeks, their true color blushing through the white powder. ]
... You always speak without thinking, [ they mutter, derogatory, but continue, trying to put it from their mind. ] I still don't know what you're saying... I don't know what "dance" is.
[ but if it involves touching them, then Rutile should already know Cinnabar's going to put up a fight about it. ]