[Matoba drags his fingers along the line of his eyepatch, and HiMERU's eyes chase the motion.
It's not polite to ask about other's injuries. It's not, but Matoba forced himself in and did it anyway. He's still hugging the sore arm close to his body, bruised and cold, and he imagines ripping Matoba's eyepatch off the same way the other man had torn his arm out from its place of safety. Is there an eye left in that socket? Is it sealed shut by some grotesque wound? Is this the price he paid for getting involved with the wrong god?
His right hand twitches against the blankets, but does nothing more. Not yet. He'll give him a chance as Matoba did, but it is up to him whether he refuses as HiMERU did.]
... You become more credible when you share your own stories, you know.
[A lesson for the amateur in positive interaction as Matoba seems to be. A subtle prompt rather than a demand, a weak chiding, and an even weaker threat. Not that he expects his well-being to be Matoba's real concern for coming here.]
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It's not polite to ask about other's injuries. It's not, but Matoba forced himself in and did it anyway. He's still hugging the sore arm close to his body, bruised and cold, and he imagines ripping Matoba's eyepatch off the same way the other man had torn his arm out from its place of safety. Is there an eye left in that socket? Is it sealed shut by some grotesque wound? Is this the price he paid for getting involved with the wrong god?
His right hand twitches against the blankets, but does nothing more. Not yet. He'll give him a chance as Matoba did, but it is up to him whether he refuses as HiMERU did.]
... You become more credible when you share your own stories, you know.
[A lesson for the amateur in positive interaction as Matoba seems to be. A subtle prompt rather than a demand, a weak chiding, and an even weaker threat. Not that he expects his well-being to be Matoba's real concern for coming here.]