[ The man’s first response doesn’t phase him. After all, Anders has always been the more reactive one out of the two of them. He supposes this is why they have a tentative “friendship” of sorts; they’re a balance. One is all logic and facts, the other is raw emotion, feeling before thought or in tandem with it. Strangely, it’s something he appreciates about the mage. Most are more bothered by his outbursts, but he thinks they serve as a small reminder sometimes.
Of what, he’s not sure. ]
Please. [ With that, he waves off the biting comment. He’s sure Anders has gone through some sort of personal hell in that box. ]
I’ll survive. My hair’s a bit mussed, though. How dreadful. [ A deflection, clear as glass and maybe just as fragile. ]
thank u bb
Of what, he’s not sure. ]
Please. [ With that, he waves off the biting comment. He’s sure Anders has gone through some sort of personal hell in that box. ]
I’ll survive. My hair’s a bit mussed, though. How dreadful. [ A deflection, clear as glass and maybe just as fragile. ]
And you?