[going two for two on the days in a row strohl has made him tear up
which is to say - he looks up from the floor to meet his eyes again, surprised and more than a little touched. it's a good kind of teary eyed this time. he blinks a few times with a small smile, warm.]
...Thanks. I, um - I try. [rubs at his eyes for a second. anyways!!!!!] Your parents both sound like they were pretty cool. I'm sure they'd be really, really proud of you.
[ aughghghgh - he returns the smile, though there's something a little bittersweet to it. ]
They were. [ pretty cool - it's a little thick in his throat, as he puts his attention back onto the corn for something to do with his hands. it brings back memories of piltover and the portals for a second, of a village in flames, of reality and falsity melting together. ]
And... I'm not so sure about that. But - if nothing else, I know they'd care that I tried. [ not quite, not yet. maybe he's a noble worthy of his parents, maybe he's not. maybe he'll never be. but in this little moment, he doesn't hate the person that he is at all - a clear conscience, one carefully followed by hope.
he pats around in his comfy clothes for a minute and offers him a handkerchief. like a nerd. here you go, rupert. ] Nevertheless - thank you. I mean what I say, so I hope you will take it to heart, yeah? Here.
he hears that uncertainty along with the tightness in his voice, and when strohl holds out the handkerchief, he takes his hand instead of the fabric so he can pull him into a careful hug that won't end up hurting him. get cared about idiod!!!!!!!!
[ i spent all this time looking for a good hug icon and i couldn't find one.
ANYWAY NOOO THIS IS SO CUTE, there's such a - moment of surprise, and then something in strohl just collapses. he make a noise, a soft huff of a laugh, hands curling in the air, then wraps them both around rupert to carefully hug him back. ]
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which is to say - he looks up from the floor to meet his eyes again, surprised and more than a little touched. it's a good kind of teary eyed this time. he blinks a few times with a small smile, warm.]
...Thanks. I, um - I try. [rubs at his eyes for a second. anyways!!!!!] Your parents both sound like they were pretty cool. I'm sure they'd be really, really proud of you.
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They were. [ pretty cool - it's a little thick in his throat, as he puts his attention back onto the corn for something to do with his hands. it brings back memories of piltover and the portals for a second, of a village in flames, of reality and falsity melting together. ]
And... I'm not so sure about that. But - if nothing else, I know they'd care that I tried. [ not quite, not yet. maybe he's a noble worthy of his parents, maybe he's not. maybe he'll never be. but in this little moment, he doesn't hate the person that he is at all - a clear conscience, one carefully followed by hope.
he pats around in his comfy clothes for a minute and offers him a handkerchief. like a nerd. here you go, rupert. ] Nevertheless - thank you. I mean what I say, so I hope you will take it to heart, yeah? Here.
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he hears that uncertainty along with the tightness in his voice, and when strohl holds out the handkerchief, he takes his hand instead of the fabric so he can pull him into a careful hug that won't end up hurting him. get cared about idiod!!!!!!!!
muttered:]
Trying's pretty cool too, you know.
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ANYWAY NOOO THIS IS SO CUTE, there's such a - moment of surprise, and then something in strohl just collapses. he make a noise, a soft huff of a laugh, hands curling in the air, then wraps them both around rupert to carefully hug him back. ]
Yeah. [ wetly. ] Yeah, I think so too.