[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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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]