you bring me great joy with this . thank you very much , mister carl . i did have a nice pair myself but . . ah , you know . some people have sticky fingers . . . ^__^
- drugs they give us before matches are made. no other space is suited for the amount that they give to us on a daily basis.
. . .
but, keep that a secret between you and me. I don’t care to start rumors. I’m only interested in sating my curiosities.
and despite all of the extra guest rooms, it was offered to you to sleep in. you forgot already? it’s only been a couple of days since then.
( he’s rather sharp —. but aloof, lacking any suspicion to press his friend more. )
downstairs . . . I figured that’s where all the -
. . ah . yeah . they uh . . only let me in there to do studies on the magnetic stuff i got from the mines — that's all it is .
[ me when i'm a liar . ]
maybe i could ask and get ya clearance to go down .
[ . . mostly an empty promise . ]
w drugs he’s physically affected and could perceive that but mental duress is what would trigger the paranoia and extremities hence Aesop’s decisions once Victor goes missing in his match. /
random tidbit off Orpheus’s note of Aesop being rather uneffected by the drug used in his match. from that my hc is aesop would be acutely aware of his body under the influence of drugs.
he would be along the lines of “I feel my heartbeat spiking. my vision is blurry. oh Ok.”/
?
( squints. )
oh. pull my leg ? that’s an odd thing to do. you’d be disappointed in my dimness.
. though I wouldn’t put the manor past hiding dead bodies.
one of the manor’s staff always stopped me from going where the stairs would lead down.
though,
that’s an interesting thing to know alongside your allowance into the master bedroom.
yet you’re probably simply jesting. it’s always been hard to tell between jokes and truth.