( he speaks mostly in riddles because that's … just how he is these days, and perhaps it's a product of willing solitude, perhaps it's something else altogether but he's never been particularly good at normal conversation. not outside of vash, but before he'd woken up here it had been a long, long time since they had been able to sit and have a civil talk.
more than a hundred years, but that's neither here nor there.
this. this is something he thinks he's quickly catching himself getting used to.
with both of their mugs empty ( all that frantic sipping was bound to leave them like this sooner rather than later, naturally ), neither of them have much to do with their hands, much less their mouths, seeing as keeping hold of an empty mug is a bit of a moot point. her question leaves him more than a little bit speechless for a handful of seconds before he finds his composure again, picking through his words carefully. as though they were bits of glass and he's entirely too mindful of drawing blood.
his own, not hers.
he takes a deep, steadying breath in. ) I suppose … you could give some thought to calling me Nai. ( and he lets it out through his nose, a slow, slightly unsteady exhale. ) If that wouldn't be too awkward a venture. ( there have only ever been two people to call him by his given name. one of them is vash.
the other … it's his fault she no longer draws breath. )
no subject
more than a hundred years, but that's neither here nor there.
this. this is something he thinks he's quickly catching himself getting used to.
with both of their mugs empty ( all that frantic sipping was bound to leave them like this sooner rather than later, naturally ), neither of them have much to do with their hands, much less their mouths, seeing as keeping hold of an empty mug is a bit of a moot point. her question leaves him more than a little bit speechless for a handful of seconds before he finds his composure again, picking through his words carefully. as though they were bits of glass and he's entirely too mindful of drawing blood.
his own, not hers.
he takes a deep, steadying breath in. ) I suppose … you could give some thought to calling me Nai. ( and he lets it out through his nose, a slow, slightly unsteady exhale. ) If that wouldn't be too awkward a venture. ( there have only ever been two people to call him by his given name. one of them is vash.
the other … it's his fault she no longer draws breath. )