[ he's just acting as a cupholder now, not making a move to actually consume either. did he miss that they were for him? probably. he's busy staring into the fire now. ]
You can use warmed stones to help dry the inside of your shoes.
[ fun winter wilderness survival time. ]
I'd like to get back to looking around, but even I can't ignore the possibility of frostbite.
[ he is both emo and an edgelord, sorry phoenix. he's 17 and smad. ]
Your points make no sense together... [ phoenix... ] But—I don't make for good company when I'm restless. [ he's self-aware enough for that much right now, at least. ]
[ okay for once i'll cut phoenix some slack. dimitri gives him a slightly wary look before—he stops, shakes his head, and sighs.
he always charges ahead like this, forgetting who he might trample in the meantime. it's hard to breathe and settle. but by the fireside, he makes an effort, setting the pudding aside to cup both hands around the hot cocoa for a little more warmth. ]
...Are you making excuses to stay? [ it's something he's done before, too. ] Please, be honest.
[ he's just... really tired and really sad and doesn't have the energy to do a social dance right now. ]
Less of an excuse and more stating my intent to stay, really.
[ he will go and sit by dimitri unless he's doing that already, i refuse to tab up and look so i'm leaving it all to fate ]
'Fraid I'm a pretty stubborn old man, Dimitri. You won't be able to dissuade me from sticking around and making sure you get some sugary fuel. And I'll investigate with you regardless of your current status as company.
[ that's about as straightforward as he gets, appreciate it dimo ]
[ that's valid and i did the same for the pudding cup last tag.
anyway, that's plenty straightforward. he looks a little surprised, uncertain of what to say for a stretched out second before he just looks back into the fire, his earlier flares of frustration settling into something more morose. the longer he sits, the less he can keep banking on that anger to drive him. it's why he should keep moving, but... ]
And people call me stubborn.
[ there's no real bite to it. sincerely, genuinely, and a little more softly, ]
Apologies, I... appreciate the company, Phoenix. Truly.
[ he puts himself alone with his thoughts so often, but he doesn't really enjoy it. ]
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[ excuse him while he sits supportively near dimitri... but also near the bonfire. he's cold af. ]
What are you working on....?
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You can use warmed stones to help dry the inside of your shoes.
[ fun winter wilderness survival time. ]
I'd like to get back to looking around, but even I can't ignore the possibility of frostbite.
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[ eat your pudding, apollo. then grow 10 inches. ]
[ but hm. ]
You won't be able to find anything tonight, I'm afraid. No matter how hard you look.
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I know, but I have to try.
[ he contemplates a second longer before handing back the hot choco. ]
You need this more than I do, please.
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If you're going to be on your feet all day in this cold, you have to keep your strength up.
[ eat your hamburgers, apollo. ]
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anyway, he squints at him stubbornly for a moment... before answering with a quiet sigh. fine. ]
I suppose that's true... You have my thanks, then.
[ he takes a sip of the cocoa while it's still warm, speaking over the rim of the cup. ]
Why are you still out and about then? You weren't looking for me, were you?
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Gotta keep the think tank full.
[ there's a generous serving of marshmallows in it ]
Just stretching my legs and doing some investigating of my own.
[ he was definitely looking for dima ]
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he drinks the hot choco politely, though his expression is tepid, joyless. ]
Ah... don't allow me to distract you, then.
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[ he is very subtle. ]
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that said, he pauses in the midst of his hot cocoa, considering his words before he shoots phoenix a serious look. ]
...I'm not the sort of person you should be around right now. [ or in general, probably. ]
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.... Why not? You're blue and a hot chocolate drinker, I'd say I'm in good investigating company.
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Your points make no sense together... [ phoenix... ] But—I don't make for good company when I'm restless. [ he's self-aware enough for that much right now, at least. ]
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It makes plenty sense, you just need to approach things from a different angle.
[ no it doesn't ]
I did say good investigating company, didn't I? I'm feeling a little restless, myself.
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he always charges ahead like this, forgetting who he might trample in the meantime. it's hard to breathe and settle. but by the fireside, he makes an effort, setting the pudding aside to cup both hands around the hot cocoa for a little more warmth. ]
...Are you making excuses to stay? [ it's something he's done before, too. ] Please, be honest.
[ he's just... really tired and really sad and doesn't have the energy to do a social dance right now. ]
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[ he will go and sit by dimitri unless he's doing that already, i refuse to tab up and look so i'm leaving it all to fate ]
'Fraid I'm a pretty stubborn old man, Dimitri. You won't be able to dissuade me from sticking around and making sure you get some sugary fuel. And I'll investigate with you regardless of your current status as company.
[ that's about as straightforward as he gets, appreciate it dimo ]
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anyway, that's plenty straightforward. he looks a little surprised, uncertain of what to say for a stretched out second before he just looks back into the fire, his earlier flares of frustration settling into something more morose. the longer he sits, the less he can keep banking on that anger to drive him. it's why he should keep moving, but... ]
And people call me stubborn.
[ there's no real bite to it. sincerely, genuinely, and a little more softly, ]
Apologies, I... appreciate the company, Phoenix. Truly.
[ he puts himself alone with his thoughts so often, but he doesn't really enjoy it. ]
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Trust me, Dimitri. You've got nothing on my thick head.
[ the prickliness doesn't seem to bother him at all -- he gives dimitri a smile at the gratitude. ]
It's alright. I get it.