@FLucy_1 + uninterested tone—. Same as always. Boring. Our family too messy and not in an interesting way. More like bothersome.
Isn't that why your getting as far away from here as possible?
@FLucy_1 —Completely aware of the scrutiny, he plays it off by pretending to be solely focused on his drink and oblivious to anything else. He briefly examines it and takes a big gulp before setting it back on the table—.
Well... —he replies, seeming to be containing an eyeroll, in an +
@FunDrunkUncle + first by his body language and then by his words, which leave Aemond speechless for a brief moment, frowning with his eye now fixed on the glass of water—.
Did who hurt me? —He asks to earn time while he collects his thoughts, even though he already knows the answer—.
@FunDrunkUncle —Although pretending not to care as he plays with the glass in his hands, he monitors his brother's reactions out of the corner of his eye. Partly because he wants to know if he heard him, partly because he senses a shift in his mood.
His first suspicion is quickly confirmed, +
Psiquiatría —le corrige sin borrar la sonrisa, disfrutando del aparente nerviosismo de su sobrino—.
¿Tienes pensado trabajar en el negocio familiar? —Hace la pregunta obvia, a pesar de que cree conocer la respuesta. A veces eso no es lo más importante, sino la forma en que +
Asiente, manteniendo también la mirada sobre el ojo ajeno. Notaba que este no se movía sino era para observar lo que hacía, eso le puso más nervioso.
“ Oh, claro, estudiando. Psicología, ¿No? ”
Preguntó, tardando unos segundos antes de responder la pregunta del mayor.
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@FunDrunkUncle —He eyes his brother suspiciously, but ends up sighing—. Sure, why not —he says unenthusiastic, thinking to himself how he will run away like a cartoon leaving nothing but a little cloud of smoke behind if Aegon tricks him—.
@FunDrunkUncle + wonders if his brother even heard them. It's probably better if he didn't, he decides, since nothing good could possibly come out of that conversation—.
@FunDrunkUncle + puts his walls up again before he even has the chance to act on the slight vulnerability his guilt had induced. He mutters something under his breath—. Maybe people have proven to be the fucking worst all my life—. It is barely audible, and after spitting those words, he +