[Kuja laughs, half covering his mouth with the back of one hand.] Just as Genesis' finding you so appealing carries implications for me...indeed, the reverse is likely true as well. If you have been so utterly captivated by him as it would seem...I would not seek to compete with my phoenix, especially in an arena where I could only lose, but for the sake of my pride, I would certainly hope you find those commonalities we share similarly attractive.
[He tilts his head, that amused smile still on his lips. Then, with an adroit flick of his tail, he begins swimming through the water again, lazily circling Angeal. He's far too delicate for this gesture to seem predatory, but there's an intent there nonetheless - a tease, perhaps, or a wordless invitation.] Though I'm flattered you'd seek to indulge my tastes, I wonder if you have truly considered the depth of these implications we speak of. You're not particularly artistic, you say, and so you try to engage me through what creative pursuits you enjoy...but I suspect you never needed such things to appeal to Genesis so. So I wonder... [While Kuja's body isn't all that close to Angeal, those gauzy fins of his are voluminous enough that one brushes against Angeal as he circles. It's genuinely difficult to say if it was intentional - it's a lot of fins to deal with, and how well Kuja can control them after just a few hours is arguable - but Kuja doesn't flinch back from the contact in either case.] Why would you imagine it would be a requirement with me? There is such a phenomenon as the attraction of opposites.
[Having completed a languid circuit of Angeal, Kuja drifts to a stop in front of him again. A hand pushes that mass of long, floating hair casually away from ending up in his face. His hair is a dramatic mane even in the open air, but somehow it manages to looks even thicker and heavier in the water, despite not being affected by gravity much at all at the moment. Then he folds his arms over his chest - not so much defiant or closed off, so much as the casual imperiousness of a (dramatic) man making a point.] In what ways do you wish to appeal to me, Angeal? If it is a matter of finding common ground, then if you and Genesis have little, I doubt you and I will find much more. Indeed, having lived on different worlds and not sharing a childhood, we'll no doubt have far less. But we share far more meaningful common ground than mere artistic pursuits, in Genesis himself - and our love for him. If all you wish is for good feeling and understanding between us, then that is clearly already well provided for.
[He smirks a bit.] But if you wish to appeal to me in other ways than that...perhaps no extra effort is required to excite my aesthetic sense. [His gaze flickers briefly over Angeal's body.]
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[He tilts his head, that amused smile still on his lips. Then, with an adroit flick of his tail, he begins swimming through the water again, lazily circling Angeal. He's far too delicate for this gesture to seem predatory, but there's an intent there nonetheless - a tease, perhaps, or a wordless invitation.] Though I'm flattered you'd seek to indulge my tastes, I wonder if you have truly considered the depth of these implications we speak of. You're not particularly artistic, you say, and so you try to engage me through what creative pursuits you enjoy...but I suspect you never needed such things to appeal to Genesis so. So I wonder... [While Kuja's body isn't all that close to Angeal, those gauzy fins of his are voluminous enough that one brushes against Angeal as he circles. It's genuinely difficult to say if it was intentional - it's a lot of fins to deal with, and how well Kuja can control them after just a few hours is arguable - but Kuja doesn't flinch back from the contact in either case.] Why would you imagine it would be a requirement with me? There is such a phenomenon as the attraction of opposites.
[Having completed a languid circuit of Angeal, Kuja drifts to a stop in front of him again. A hand pushes that mass of long, floating hair casually away from ending up in his face. His hair is a dramatic mane even in the open air, but somehow it manages to looks even thicker and heavier in the water, despite not being affected by gravity much at all at the moment. Then he folds his arms over his chest - not so much defiant or closed off, so much as the casual imperiousness of a (dramatic) man making a point.] In what ways do you wish to appeal to me, Angeal? If it is a matter of finding common ground, then if you and Genesis have little, I doubt you and I will find much more. Indeed, having lived on different worlds and not sharing a childhood, we'll no doubt have far less. But we share far more meaningful common ground than mere artistic pursuits, in Genesis himself - and our love for him. If all you wish is for good feeling and understanding between us, then that is clearly already well provided for.
[He smirks a bit.] But if you wish to appeal to me in other ways than that...perhaps no extra effort is required to excite my aesthetic sense. [His gaze flickers briefly over Angeal's body.]