Appointments Post

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I didn't intend it as unpleasant... [Although really it's just luck that it isn't. The hunt could have gone poorly or the stew could have gone wrong or their minds could have been tampered with or it could have started raining fire or-

Or he could just be so caught in being lordly around Edward that he can't relax, at all. Why is this so hard? A meal with Edward should be like a meal with... with Touma. ...Well. Not exactly like a meal with Touma. He would never consider- urgh. No. He takes another, larger drink of cider and takes this terrifying metaphorical intimate conversation dragon by the horns. Because he is King Lord King> Lord awesome and eh doesnt afraid of anything.]

I've fond memories of Burguss... although the people were often less than impressed with me.

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Many people from Burguss are not good judges of character.

[A slight against himself, perhaps, but it was true enough; he'd misjudged plenty of people, including Capell and many of their other allies, as well.

Sometimes he gets it right, though, even if it involves those ever-rose-tinted glasses. Like when he's around certain Liberators.]

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No? [He leans forward a bit. He's taking a risk here. Opening up. Enforcing his own identity.] I thought it was the dragons.

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Dragons? [It takes him a moment to clue in, and a slightly awkward smile follows- mostly because he's never entirely certain of what Sigmund is trying to say.] I'm sure most of the citizens didn't protest the removal of local pests.

[Even he can admit that not all dragons are wonderful beautiful benevolent creatures. ...Actually most of them aren't.]

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Some said I had a vendetta. [He does have a vendetta. Dragons. Fffffff. Fuck dragons.] And that I wasn't to be trusted- Oh!

[He rushes-while-trying-to-appear-unrushed over to the stove to check on the stew. Good. Everything alright here. He takes it off the heat and starts ladling it into a tureen before resuming his sentence, proceeded by one sharp, almost breathy noise. A laugh?]

Wasn't to be trusted near Saruleus.

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Was their fear unwarranted?

[He asks without thinking, though afterwards regrets it a little; he hadn't intended to sound like he doubts Sigmund, especially when they have an oddly-teasing conversation going. ...And he isn't entirely positive he'll like the answer. BUT NOT BECAUSE OF DOUBT]

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[The tureen is placed on the middle of the table - he has to push a vase and salt and pepper shakers aside - quickly joined by two bowls.]

Saruleus is a Claridian, not a dragon. [This an obvious distinction, Edward. Seriously. It's not like anyone would call Karathos a turtle. Sigmund doesn't sound all that upset, though, perhaps a bit fondly wry.]

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[Well sure, he can make that distinction, but... sob. Well whatever, Sigmund's alright with it. Amused, even. How is he not dying of shock here.]

I can't think of an excuse for them to be worried about you, then. How foolish of them.