@warpscar ใAye, come in.ใ
The low voice of the man calls out from within the make-shift office, though saves himself the hassle of rising from his seat.
ใYou need one, then?ใ
He offers, as an intricately engraved silver lighter is withdrawn from his pocket. Even though he's used to magic being a replacement.
@warpscar The initial comment earns a scoff. What doesn't Tredd break?
ใSure you would.ใ
Unfortunately for Furia, their shared company has left him guarded and alert, and he slaps the other's hand away.
ใHow thoughtful of you. Though next time just thank me with a card, instead.ใ
Albeit brief, that slight slip of a stoic mask warms Solus' own cold exterior.
It reminds him of a young Furia, before he let his ego grow bigger than his muscles.
ใOf course. โโ You've got natural talent in your blood, but what I sense is the potential for something greater.ใ
Curious eyes glanced at the cane for a short moment.
"I hope it will. It's annoying at times."
The comment made his usually sour by default face soften a bit.
"Really? I-I mean. Of course I have potential. I'm a Lucis Caelum." And quickly returning to his usual demeanor.
โ๏ผThat and injuries are the reason he's not an active soldier, despite his skill.
His role within the Kingsglaive is more dealing with military strategy and tactics. He feels he was only given the position out of pity. But he wears the title of a Glaive proudly, nonetheless.
โ๏ผIt's not a subject I ever expect to delve too deep into, but Solus' PTSD is pretty rough when faced directly with the starscourge and its victims; considering he watched as it wiped nearly the entirety of the Royal Guard during the Founder's Day attack.
ใMight suck now, but trust me, it'll pay off.ใ
Solus assures the young Glaive, and eases the weight on his weaker leg by redistributing his balance to the other foot. โโ Cane brought closer for support.
ใI've seen you training. You've got potential.ใ
@warpscar A brow is raised, not out of interest, but intrigue as to how far Furia plans to push this.
ใMhm. Sounds like you've given it a lot of thought,ใ
Solus responds blankly, patting down his pockets in search of cigarettes, assumedly.
ใWhat? โ You've not gone shy, have you?ใ
@warpscar Years of Tredd-sitting experience has desensitized him to the endless taunting, and so he stands still, unwavering. Sooner or later, the other will grow bored. So it always goes.
ใWhoever said it was empty? That's what housecats are for.ใ
A brow raises for a moment, a subtle expression of surprise. The older man is unsure if he should be impressed, or concerned by how quickly it was gone. . .
ใHm.ใ A hum. ใHeard the Captain has you under strict schedule.ใ
@warpscar Solus looks as unimpressed in Furia's behaviour as ever, narrowed eyes fixated firmly on the fiery Glaive.
ใI don't have time for fun while I'm on the clock, and neither do you.ใ