I wanted to say it before you could put doubt to my words.
[ Which is to say, they might be too sober for this sort of conversation, but he's unwilling to allow Hayame to have any more ammunition that she might be able to use to spin falsity into what he says. Oh, he was drunk and didn't really mean what he was saying, is something he really, really wants to avoid right now.
Set finishes crumpling Claude's shirt, folding it neatly ( very tidy and devoted to the task, for a sloppy war god like him ) and relinquishes it to Hayame as she takes it from him. The laundry done, there's no further chores that will keep them from having fun. Set doesn't know how to have fun that isn't brassy and messy, but for her, he will try to keep her dignity as intact as possible — even if he wants to see her listing to one side with every step, her cheeks rosy with drink and laughter pouring from her. He hopes she's the sort of drunk that doesn't get maudlin, and instead finds joy in everything.
One will never know, until the moment, though. ]
I'm going to take you to the Last Dance. It's my favorite location — close to Kowloon but beyond that city's politics, and neutral among neutrality. The arts are beloved there. I watch theatre shows and observe occultists reading the stars and cards, booze and smoke and dancers and ware-hawkers... well, it may be a bit hedonistic, but it is not... a cruel place. They don't care about a lot of things, just what's nice and feels good.
[ As if to show Hayame how intent he is on having a good time, he even lets his tongue slip. Pulls words together informally, his normally arched and elevated address blurring into something casual. It makes him sound very human, much younger than he is. And he offers his hand to her, invitingly, once she's ready. What he doesn't tell her is that the Last Dance views him as a strong patron, but that he hasn't gone back to it without a companion on his arm in a long time. Because Osiris haunts him, no longer in his mind, but lingering in crowds.
That's too abysmal to talk about, so he ignores it. Hayame is here, with him. ]
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[ Which is to say, they might be too sober for this sort of conversation, but he's unwilling to allow Hayame to have any more ammunition that she might be able to use to spin falsity into what he says. Oh, he was drunk and didn't really mean what he was saying, is something he really, really wants to avoid right now.
Set finishes crumpling Claude's shirt, folding it neatly ( very tidy and devoted to the task, for a sloppy war god like him ) and relinquishes it to Hayame as she takes it from him. The laundry done, there's no further chores that will keep them from having fun. Set doesn't know how to have fun that isn't brassy and messy, but for her, he will try to keep her dignity as intact as possible — even if he wants to see her listing to one side with every step, her cheeks rosy with drink and laughter pouring from her. He hopes she's the sort of drunk that doesn't get maudlin, and instead finds joy in everything.
One will never know, until the moment, though. ]
I'm going to take you to the Last Dance. It's my favorite location — close to Kowloon but beyond that city's politics, and neutral among neutrality. The arts are beloved there. I watch theatre shows and observe occultists reading the stars and cards, booze and smoke and dancers and ware-hawkers... well, it may be a bit hedonistic, but it is not... a cruel place. They don't care about a lot of things, just what's nice and feels good.
[ As if to show Hayame how intent he is on having a good time, he even lets his tongue slip. Pulls words together informally, his normally arched and elevated address blurring into something casual. It makes him sound very human, much younger than he is. And he offers his hand to her, invitingly, once she's ready. What he doesn't tell her is that the Last Dance views him as a strong patron, but that he hasn't gone back to it without a companion on his arm in a long time. Because Osiris haunts him, no longer in his mind, but lingering in crowds.
That's too abysmal to talk about, so he ignores it. Hayame is here, with him. ]