[ That is the single most cursed punishment he's ever heard and wasting the battery power for the disgusted expression is entirely justified. ]
...Can't have that. The coffee is no longer a request, but a demand. Need a weapon if Battler's face s'the first thing I see.
[ There will be no lectures because he'll be back before that. Something probably just happened with the relic - like how Yggdrasil had a moment of Death before fixing itself. It'll be the same here. Lion even has directions. A hope. Even if they're putting on a brave face, that's enough. It has to be. And the last dregs of the bracer are spent resting a hand on their face, squeezing their other hand with a smile hopefully as supportive as he's trying to come off. That might still be taken badly. Keep it light. Hmm.
Add a pinch. ]
See you soon.
[ And unlike what every fear of Lion's and every attempt the narrative takes to be heartless, it's not Vista Virs. Nor is it Ange's tantrum. It's just like whenever the other angels disappeared - a bright flash of white, searing like sunlight, dissolving out into firefly particles before going out. Like a particularly tall and annoying firework. This is Lion's punishment for dating a Piece.
All that's left is two sheets of paper in the snow, yellowed and frayed with age, stains and tears marring the words. Which isn't saying much, considering the handwriting is a shorthand they've seen before - and remember purely from how nigh-illegible it is. Even still, none of this is relevant. There is only one part of these papers that will inspire Lion to panic.
no subject
...Can't have that. The coffee is no longer a request, but a demand. Need a weapon if Battler's face s'the first thing I see.
[ There will be no lectures because he'll be back before that. Something probably just happened with the relic - like how Yggdrasil had a moment of Death before fixing itself. It'll be the same here. Lion even has directions. A hope. Even if they're putting on a brave face, that's enough. It has to be. And the last dregs of the bracer are spent resting a hand on their face, squeezing their other hand with a smile hopefully as supportive as he's trying to come off. That might still be taken badly. Keep it light. Hmm.
Add a pinch. ]
See you soon.
[ And unlike what every fear of Lion's and every attempt the narrative takes to be heartless, it's not Vista Virs. Nor is it Ange's tantrum. It's just like whenever the other angels disappeared - a bright flash of white, searing like sunlight, dissolving out into firefly particles before going out. Like a particularly tall and annoying firework. This is Lion's punishment for dating a Piece.
All that's left is two sheets of paper in the snow, yellowed and frayed with age, stains and tears marring the words. Which isn't saying much, considering the handwriting is a shorthand they've seen before - and remember purely from how nigh-illegible it is. Even still, none of this is relevant. There is only one part of these papers that will inspire Lion to panic.
It's a list. ]