I'll cover for you this time, but if it becomes a habit I suspect that Tarja is going to pick up on this little ruse of yours. Perhaps you should just take me along next time, and I'll see that we're steered out of any trouble you land us in.
Will you now? I'm not some doe-eyed young lad who needs to swoon into your ample bosom at the first sign of trouble, Lord Rosfield. Keep fretting like that and you'll give Tarja a run for her money.
It so happens that I've got just the mission for us. I'll tell you about it when we have that drink.
Edited (cid can spell but i can't) 2023-08-03 15:33 (UTC)
Enough talk as if you're one foot in the grave already.
[ Cid seems to veer toward it. Speaking of how he'll die, rather than how he'll live out the rest of his days. Clive knows what it's like to want nothing more than to meet one's end, but he's started to think differently about it as of late. And he feels the need to chide his mentor for falling into such a morbid way of thinking. ]
Are you not? You seem to rely on me often enough. And perhaps I want to take some of the work of fretting off our physicker's shoulders.
[ Clive can't see it, but Cid rubs his arm. He will, however, refrain from arguing the point. He's not eager to die with so much work left to be done, but the fact remains that if the curse doesn't get him, something will.
He's always lived his life with an eye toward the future, but he's never really expected that it was a future he would see. All that matters is that Midadol will see it. That Clive will see it. ]
In that case, I'll work on my swooning. I expect you to be ready with open arms.
[ He can only do this because it's not a face-to-face conversation. He's never had too much issue with keeping up with Cid, but when it comes to something like this, it's easier over text. ]
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I'll cover for you this time, but if it becomes a habit I suspect that Tarja is going to pick up on this little ruse of yours. Perhaps you should just take me along next time, and I'll see that we're steered out of any trouble you land us in.
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Will you now? I'm not some doe-eyed young lad who needs to swoon into your ample bosom at the first sign of trouble, Lord Rosfield. Keep fretting like that and you'll give Tarja a run for her money.
It so happens that I've got just the mission for us. I'll tell you about it when we have that drink.
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[ Cid seems to veer toward it. Speaking of how he'll die, rather than how he'll live out the rest of his days. Clive knows what it's like to want nothing more than to meet one's end, but he's started to think differently about it as of late. And he feels the need to chide his mentor for falling into such a morbid way of thinking. ]
Are you not? You seem to rely on me often enough. And perhaps I want to take some of the work of fretting off our physicker's shoulders.
[ A mission, though? Color him curious. ]
Fair enough. I'll await your return, then.
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He's always lived his life with an eye toward the future, but he's never really expected that it was a future he would see. All that matters is that Midadol will see it. That Clive will see it. ]
In that case, I'll work on my swooning. I expect you to be ready with open arms.
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[ He can only do this because it's not a face-to-face conversation. He's never had too much issue with keeping up with Cid, but when it comes to something like this, it's easier over text. ]