21.Jun.19, 02:23 AM
Misha managed a small smile in response to C’dhin. He rather liked the man’s tendency to ramble in circles; it meant he wasn’t overthinking the things he said before he said them, only after he said them. Made it easier to be sure of how he felt, and Misha felt he could trust him when he said he did in fact like him.
“Thank you,” he said, “but it’s something stupid, don’t worry about it. I appreciate the reassurance, but it’s nothing important.” Misharan sighed, looking past C’dhin for a moment before looking back and continuing. “I just remembered this one guy told me I was annoying recently, but whatever. Who cares, right? Fuck him.” He paused again, eyeing the cookies that were cooling on the tray. They looked amazing and he wanted one. With a sigh, figuring the cookies were not open for nibbles yet, Misha turned back to C’dhin.
“I dunno, I just thought I was better at identifying when someone actually likes me and when they just tolerate me cause they want to get laid or whatever, but I guess not.” Misha frowned at the cookies. “It’s fine, I don’t care, whatever.” He looked back at C’dhin once again.
“Really, though, thank you. It means a lot.” It made him feel nice that C’dhin appreciated him, liked him, and his theatrical responses to delicious food that usually was along the lines of frankly obscene noises and exclaiming garbled praise through a mouthful of baking. And Coroth was great fun, who wouldn’t like her? Maybe it meant more that Coroth liked him? That was nice, being liked by a dragon was always cool. Way better than being liked by some random Candidate who apparently can’t appreciate the amazingness that Misharan embodied. Honestly, fuck that guy.
“Thank you,” he said, “but it’s something stupid, don’t worry about it. I appreciate the reassurance, but it’s nothing important.” Misharan sighed, looking past C’dhin for a moment before looking back and continuing. “I just remembered this one guy told me I was annoying recently, but whatever. Who cares, right? Fuck him.” He paused again, eyeing the cookies that were cooling on the tray. They looked amazing and he wanted one. With a sigh, figuring the cookies were not open for nibbles yet, Misha turned back to C’dhin.
“I dunno, I just thought I was better at identifying when someone actually likes me and when they just tolerate me cause they want to get laid or whatever, but I guess not.” Misha frowned at the cookies. “It’s fine, I don’t care, whatever.” He looked back at C’dhin once again.
“Really, though, thank you. It means a lot.” It made him feel nice that C’dhin appreciated him, liked him, and his theatrical responses to delicious food that usually was along the lines of frankly obscene noises and exclaiming garbled praise through a mouthful of baking. And Coroth was great fun, who wouldn’t like her? Maybe it meant more that Coroth liked him? That was nice, being liked by a dragon was always cool. Way better than being liked by some random Candidate who apparently can’t appreciate the amazingness that Misharan embodied. Honestly, fuck that guy.