[Which he says cheerily enough, but it's also kind of in a tone that indicates Jamil best not push his luck. And that he'd best answer his follow-up question(s).]
What was that even like? You didn't... Read my mind or anything like that while you were in there, did you?
[Big relief there; he certainly doesn't need Jamil rooting around in his brain... He also chuckles a little, amused to hear his dino-soul still managed to make itself a nuisance.]
Mmm, yeah, that tracks, since it causes me trouble almost constantly... What exactly did it do?
Interesting... So not only was it causing you trouble, it was also causing me trouble at the same time by preventing your departure. It does have a tendency to be rather clingy, so I suppose that also tracks... It was a pack animal in life, after all.
[Always kind of interesting to hear other people's takes on his Natural Soul. And yeah, he is maybe privately praising it a little for giving Jamil a hard time, lol. Even if that did increase the amount of time he was possessed for... The thought is funny enough that he'll let it slide.]
[Jamil certainly doesn't find it as funny as Five, but unfortunately this is both of them trying to make nice, so it's his turn to swallow his annoyance for the benefit of diplomacy.]
Yes, well. Water under the bridge.
[Now if you'll excuse him, he's going to attempt to rattle some silverware out of frustration.]
All joking aside: even if they did end this by getting on each other's nerves a bit, it DOES feel like they're in a better standing now than they were before. At least, Five hopes.
But he can also tell that Jamil is pretty checked out, and that this conversation has probably run its course. Best not to overstay his welcome more than he already has.]
...Well then. I'll leave you to your business, shall I?
[He turns to the kitchen door, but pauses part way, looking back over his shoulder.]
I really did mean what I said, about lending a hand or a claw or what have you, to the cause of figuring this out. If you ever pick up on any leads that you'd rather not leave in Kalim's well-intentioned but often easily distractable hands... Do let me know.
It's unusual, in his estimation, for Five to be so insistent on lending a hand here. Maybe they have a truce, but they have no reason to like each other, either. Maybe Five's profession of sympathy truly is sincere, and in that case, Jamil will have to edit his mental profile of the guy--he truly had thought of Five as purely self-interested.
It's something he could maybe find a use for.]
...Perhaps I will, then.
[He mutters it to himself, long after Five leaves. like a dweeb]
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[Which he says cheerily enough, but it's also kind of in a tone that indicates Jamil best not push his luck. And that he'd best answer his follow-up question(s).]
What was that even like? You didn't... Read my mind or anything like that while you were in there, did you?
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No.
[Thank God. Gross.]
You were completely unconscious, as far as I could tell. Though your Natural Soul did cause me some trouble...
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Mmm, yeah, that tracks, since it causes me trouble almost constantly... What exactly did it do?
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Actually, it wouldn't let me leave.
[He tried and everything.]
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[Always kind of interesting to hear other people's takes on his Natural Soul. And yeah, he is maybe privately praising it a little for giving Jamil a hard time, lol. Even if that did increase the amount of time he was possessed for... The thought is funny enough that he'll let it slide.]
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Yes, well. Water under the bridge.
[Now if you'll excuse him, he's going to attempt to rattle some silverware out of frustration.]
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Indeed.
[So he's glad that's all settled.
All joking aside: even if they did end this by getting on each other's nerves a bit, it DOES feel like they're in a better standing now than they were before. At least, Five hopes.
But he can also tell that Jamil is pretty checked out, and that this conversation has probably run its course. Best not to overstay his welcome more than he already has.]
...Well then. I'll leave you to your business, shall I?
[He turns to the kitchen door, but pauses part way, looking back over his shoulder.]
I really did mean what I said, about lending a hand or a claw or what have you, to the cause of figuring this out. If you ever pick up on any leads that you'd rather not leave in Kalim's well-intentioned but often easily distractable hands... Do let me know.
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It's unusual, in his estimation, for Five to be so insistent on lending a hand here. Maybe they have a truce, but they have no reason to like each other, either. Maybe Five's profession of sympathy truly is sincere, and in that case, Jamil will have to edit his mental profile of the guy--he truly had thought of Five as purely self-interested.
It's something he could maybe find a use for.]
...Perhaps I will, then.
[He mutters it to himself, long after Five leaves.
like a dweeb]