I see no changes, Deliverer. You’re as chipper and as poised as you always are, even if you’re likely wondering how I knew you missed me.
I simply know you that well after flattening you so many times in spars.
@walkingprophecy —hold the ring on his finger, smirking. )
Is this your excuse? You fell Titans, but a ring of romance breaks your little fraternal act with me, Deliverer?
( He brushes noses with the other, tilting his head with a knowing smirk. He’s not sure he quite dislikes this side of—
@walkingprophecy ( Mydei’s gaze narrows the moment he catches Phainon’s gaze flashing down and back up. Like an apex predator catching its prey stumbling. )
Do I? What, are you afraid I’ll walk there looking like a… Oh, what was it?
A /half-naked brute/?…
( He gestures a hand to his right—
@walkingprophecy —briefs, flashing a bit of his white teeth. Has he gotten sentimental, or what?… It’s charming, but meek. He’s not sure whether he likes it, or wants to strangle some sense into the other for it. )
@walkingprophecy ( Mydei looks down on a scrambling Phainon with a glint of piqued interest in his gaze. How cute. The Deliverer, being modest about a stripped view? After all they’ve seen, still such a prude… )
Behind me, Deliverer.
( A slow, cocky smirk as he widens his stance in his cotton—
@walkingprophecy —(Mydei dismantles his armor and removes it piece by piece. Shoulders, arms, boots… Then he opens his belt and removes his sash along with his pants. Arms folded as he stands there, as noble as a lion. )
Come on.
@walkingprophecy Do I look like some sort of cunning investigator, Deliverer? Bring the thief to me and I’ll crush him. I’ll make sure he NEVER thinks to resort below the law again.
Shut up about your heroics and simply strip your wares. Let’s be off to the baths, already. I’m ready to soak.—