[That nineteen year old brat is still in there somewhere, Iskandar. If he remembered, Waver would vehemently deny it, but he's not quite over all that bundle of everything that brought him to the Grail War in the first place.
His dignity and his laser focus thank you for your noble sacrifice, though! Precious time won’t be lost spluttering. Instead, one finger raises as he gulps down at least half the can in one go..]
It's pretty much the same thing!
[He jests. Or commits heresy, because he has the strangest feeling he’s just done that as an image of tea flashes to mind.
Waver watches Iskandar settle, then turns his attention back to the pieces. One hand darts out to grab a piece painted with flowers lying near the god's knee, head tilted as he listens and nods.]
Among other things…
[Brains, common sense, organizational skills… Waver could go on, but for Iskandar’s sake he’s going to curb the complaining a bit. At least try, anyway. One noble sacrifice deserves another, and this is his.
He snorts a bit at that, hiding a smile. Bantering with Iskandar feels natural, good, just like slipping into a warm bath. Maybe he enjoyed that in general in his previous life or maybe it was the people (person) he was with.
It's no good to dwell. But he can run with that exaggeration.]
You say it like the irony wouldn't do them in first. [He waves a puzzle piece towards one of the exhibit's fundraising banners. The cause of the community charity being sponsored? Helping to end homelessness.] But perhaps the near miss will inspire them to treat this as a learning experience.
Hopefully.
[If not, Waver would argue against fixing the next fuck up. Sometimes you just have to fail spectacularly for the lesson to get through.]
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His dignity and his laser focus thank you for your noble sacrifice, though! Precious time won’t be lost spluttering. Instead, one finger raises as he gulps down at least half the can in one go..]
It's pretty much the same thing!
[He jests. Or commits heresy, because he has the strangest feeling he’s just done that as an image of tea flashes to mind.
Waver watches Iskandar settle, then turns his attention back to the pieces. One hand darts out to grab a piece painted with flowers lying near the god's knee, head tilted as he listens and nods.]
Among other things…
[Brains, common sense, organizational skills… Waver could go on, but for Iskandar’s sake he’s going to curb the complaining a bit. At least try, anyway. One noble sacrifice deserves another, and this is his.
He snorts a bit at that, hiding a smile. Bantering with Iskandar feels natural, good, just like slipping into a warm bath. Maybe he enjoyed that in general in his previous life or maybe it was the people (person) he was with.
It's no good to dwell. But he can run with that exaggeration.]
You say it like the irony wouldn't do them in first. [He waves a puzzle piece towards one of the exhibit's fundraising banners. The cause of the community charity being sponsored? Helping to end homelessness.] But perhaps the near miss will inspire them to treat this as a learning experience.
Hopefully.
[If not, Waver would argue against fixing the next fuck up. Sometimes you just have to fail spectacularly for the lesson to get through.]