[He jolts when Hythlodaeus places flour on his expensive fur-trimmed black coat. Grabbing his wrists and pulling them back as he assesses the "damage" with a grimace.
Ugh, yeah there's no leaving like this, not if he doesn't want to draw attention to himself with these white hand prints. And there's certainly no way he's traversing the cold without it.]
...Fine. But I do not need you powdering me. You do realize how gruelling it is to get this out of the fibers, yes?
[With that, he releases his wrists and makes his way to the table to have a seat. Waving for one of the Yamask to make him a cup of coffee.]
[Hythlodaeus giggles, following him to perch his butt against the table. He wins this round, admiring the look of his own hands having copped a feel over Emet-Selch's broad chest.]
Oh, surely one of your little creatures can simplify the task for you.
[He watches the yamask for a moment, then returns to his work with the dough. Maybe he'll feel better if he can just watch him without interference.]
What have you been up to? Making mischief for the locals?
[He shakes his head at the suggestion one of his creatures can make it easier. Most aren't as delicate as they could be, but maybe the cutiefly could do something about it. The question that comes after is spoken as he's shrugging the specific article off, and he pauses a moment to glance at him.]
No more than normal, I suppose. I haven't been up to much of interest, in any case.
[He does get quite the attention when he zooms around on his Mow Rotom, after all.]
Has the ranch kept you too busy to visit me? It feels as though I'm the only one making trips anymore.
[To Hythlodaeus or Dirk, is the implication there. Whether that complaint is true, however, is another matter.]
This world does little to exercise the mind, so I would not say it is I who is boring myself.
[He is utterly blameless in all things, don't you see!]
...I like the city, you know this. [He also loves Hythlodaeus more than the city, but perhaps he's a touch sentimental over the old place and the memories it holds, the convenience it provides...] Though you have a point, I won't deny that. All the same, I would rather like to see you in the city more often.
[His round about way of saying he wants to take him around the city more.]
[Hythlodaeus takes a seat after a moment, considering.]
I could simply sell the farm. It's not truly my farm after all, now is it? I walk around in the choices of a man who I've never met, yet is me. It's a bit surreal, to be honest.
[That stuns him a moment, causing him to stare at Hythlodaeus, then glance around the place that he and Shadelodaeus both worked on, and a sizeable part of him hurts thinking about that possibility.
His jaw tightens, and his mouth becomes a thin line.]
[The moment he feels Hythlodaeus' hand in his, he returns that hold, firm and loving in how he squeezes the hand in his grip. His brow furrows a bit with concern as he mulls over the question.]
I would not force you to walk a path you wished not to tread, if this place displeases you, I will not make you keep it. However, it does hold sentimental value to me, and if my presence would make it better then...perhaps we can come to a compromise.
[This and the house in Goldenrod being the last remnants of that shade he had made of Hythlodaeus, never to be comparable to the genuine article he holds in his hand now, yet his heart still mourns for him.
Maybe he's become far too sentimental in his old age...enough that he would grieve a figment, a simulacrum as if he were a living being. Foolishness.]
I would rather simply spend my days with you. Waking up without you beside me is a heartache. When you leave for work and I cannot follow... 'Tis a shame you are so powerless here.
[ He looks around the room before he settles back on Hades' face. ]
Well, if you awaking alone gives you heartache, then you shall not be alone. I will cease my stubbornness, and I will move in with you properly. Save for the times I visit Dirk, of course.
[In a way this distance was a means of...punishment, he thinks. Not for Hythlodaeus, though he was certainly an unintended recipient, but for himself, for his guilt over...everything. This strain he's put himself through. The unnecessary complication of it all.]
I will sell the building in Goldenrod, the commute from here is hardly any issue via Pokémon, and I do not truly need to attend every day anyway.
I'll be alone when you're there, so I'll go with you. So I suppose I should find a few caretakers for the farm...
[And a little light goes off.]
I suppose I needn't be here at all. Because really, I don't even know why I'm here. Is this the best city? Surely there are sights to see in the rest of this world and I've seen near none of it, as far as I can tell.
[That gives him pause. Part of his offer was so that they could live on the ranch together, the ranch that holds such value to him, so many memories...but then again, he supposes they need not be shackled to it. That Hythlodaeus wishes to be with him regardless of where, well, it honestly sounds nice.
They could keep the place, vist it as the mood struck, but not be so bound to it as they seem to be now. The thought is freeing, in a way.]
Indeed you could, those who man it could do so for their own profit, and we could take a small portion to assist with our own expenses. While I do so favor this city, there are many to see, many you have not had the chance to.
If you wish to travel, I could be amenable to that. Dirk, however...
[He frowns when he feels Hythlodaeus' hand slip away from his own, then rolls his eyes at him stealing his coffee.]
...Dirk is complicated. Or rather, he makes things complicated. I do not know if traveling would fit into what he believes to be required of him, or that he has the time to set aside for such.
[He brings his now lonely hand to his chin, thinking.]
But...mayhap if it were issued as a challenge of some sort. A game, maybe.
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Ugh, yeah there's no leaving like this, not if he doesn't want to draw attention to himself with these white hand prints. And there's certainly no way he's traversing the cold without it.]
...Fine. But I do not need you powdering me. You do realize how gruelling it is to get this out of the fibers, yes?
[With that, he releases his wrists and makes his way to the table to have a seat. Waving for one of the Yamask to make him a cup of coffee.]
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Oh, surely one of your little creatures can simplify the task for you.
[He watches the yamask for a moment, then returns to his work with the dough. Maybe he'll feel better if he can just watch him without interference.]
What have you been up to? Making mischief for the locals?
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No more than normal, I suppose. I haven't been up to much of interest, in any case.
[He does get quite the attention when he zooms around on his Mow Rotom, after all.]
Has the ranch kept you too busy to visit me? It feels as though I'm the only one making trips anymore.
[To Hythlodaeus or Dirk, is the implication there. Whether that complaint is true, however, is another matter.]
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You're boring yourself, then?
[He crosses his arms, considering.]
...I wouldn't have to make trips if you lived here.
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This world does little to exercise the mind, so I would not say it is I who is boring myself.
[He is utterly blameless in all things, don't you see!]
...I like the city, you know this. [He also loves Hythlodaeus more than the city, but perhaps he's a touch sentimental over the old place and the memories it holds, the convenience it provides...] Though you have a point, I won't deny that. All the same, I would rather like to see you in the city more often.
[His round about way of saying he wants to take him around the city more.]
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I could simply sell the farm. It's not truly my farm after all, now is it? I walk around in the choices of a man who I've never met, yet is me. It's a bit surreal, to be honest.
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His jaw tightens, and his mouth becomes a thin line.]
...Is that what you wish to do?
[His voice is quiet, fragile even.]
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[ He leans in to take his hand. ]
[Emet-Selch was just a big wet bag of feelings right now, wasn't he? Poor thing was liable to pop with too hard of a prick.]
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I would not force you to walk a path you wished not to tread, if this place displeases you, I will not make you keep it. However, it does hold sentimental value to me, and if my presence would make it better then...perhaps we can come to a compromise.
[This and the house in Goldenrod being the last remnants of that shade he had made of Hythlodaeus, never to be comparable to the genuine article he holds in his hand now, yet his heart still mourns for him.
Maybe he's become far too sentimental in his old age...enough that he would grieve a figment, a simulacrum as if he were a living being. Foolishness.]
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[ He looks around the room before he settles back on Hades' face. ]
What is your compromise?
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[In a way this distance was a means of...punishment, he thinks. Not for Hythlodaeus, though he was certainly an unintended recipient, but for himself, for his guilt over...everything. This strain he's put himself through. The unnecessary complication of it all.]
I will sell the building in Goldenrod, the commute from here is hardly any issue via Pokémon, and I do not truly need to attend every day anyway.
Will that suffice?
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[And a little light goes off.]
I suppose I needn't be here at all. Because really, I don't even know why I'm here. Is this the best city? Surely there are sights to see in the rest of this world and I've seen near none of it, as far as I can tell.
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They could keep the place, vist it as the mood struck, but not be so bound to it as they seem to be now. The thought is freeing, in a way.]
Indeed you could, those who man it could do so for their own profit, and we could take a small portion to assist with our own expenses. While I do so favor this city, there are many to see, many you have not had the chance to.
If you wish to travel, I could be amenable to that. Dirk, however...
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[Hythlodaeus takes his hand back just to steal a sip of Hades' coffee.]
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...Dirk is complicated. Or rather, he makes things complicated. I do not know if traveling would fit into what he believes to be required of him, or that he has the time to set aside for such.
[He brings his now lonely hand to his chin, thinking.]
But...mayhap if it were issued as a challenge of some sort. A game, maybe.