[ it's as if lamb and the cat have been separated by some kind of tragedy on the level of teen lovers aboard the titanic. it's actually a little pathetic to witness. these are their— supposed— souls, acting out some weird cat-lamb k-drama reunion. kabru scratches his head at them, and even does a bit of a salty hey knock it off you two gesture at the pair. he turns back to mithrun, shaking his head, before following along to the library, staying close to the former captain's side.
the reading room is— pretty much what one might assume a reading room to look like. the soundproofing does register (he's aware of the nature of this place overall— so he has the suspicion that things happen in here; not going to think about the state of that chaise too deeply). their sandwiches are set down on the short table nearby, and kabru himself finally— finally sits down, for what feels like the first time since he arrived, jolted to life in that hospital bed.
he tips his head back, eyes shutting, head tilted towards the ceiling. between the dim light, the comfortable presence of their DTF's, and— having mithrun back, he feels as if he could nod off at any second.
but— no. blue eyes open, and he watches the elf, his brow creasing as he stretches a hand out— an ambiguous gesture; come here, sit too, take his hand—? any number of those, and any combination. kabru himself hasn't settled on which. ]
We'd have been happy to find a room like this back in the dungeon, huh? There are a few at the palace too, but I don't think anyone uses them except Marcille.
[ his smile fades somewhat. he's fond of his colleague— was fond. he waits for mithrun to join him on the chaise, and on the carpet, the cat has curled itself around lamb's body, resting its head on the thing's back. ] You seemed pretty annoyed with me earlier.
[ his tone isn't accusatory, though, just searching. as if he doesn't want to quarrel with mithrun at this point. ]
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the reading room is— pretty much what one might assume a reading room to look like. the soundproofing does register (he's aware of the nature of this place overall— so he has the suspicion that things happen in here; not going to think about the state of that chaise too deeply). their sandwiches are set down on the short table nearby, and kabru himself finally— finally sits down, for what feels like the first time since he arrived, jolted to life in that hospital bed.
he tips his head back, eyes shutting, head tilted towards the ceiling. between the dim light, the comfortable presence of their DTF's, and— having mithrun back, he feels as if he could nod off at any second.
but— no. blue eyes open, and he watches the elf, his brow creasing as he stretches a hand out— an ambiguous gesture; come here, sit too, take his hand—? any number of those, and any combination. kabru himself hasn't settled on which. ]
We'd have been happy to find a room like this back in the dungeon, huh? There are a few at the palace too, but I don't think anyone uses them except Marcille.
[ his smile fades somewhat. he's fond of his colleague— was fond. he waits for mithrun to join him on the chaise, and on the carpet, the cat has curled itself around lamb's body, resting its head on the thing's back. ] You seemed pretty annoyed with me earlier.
[ his tone isn't accusatory, though, just searching. as if he doesn't want to quarrel with mithrun at this point. ]