[This is a question that has Five suddenly sitting up so he can look at Jamil properly, a puzzled look on his face. He has to look Jamil in the eye, because he has to make sure this isn't some kind of weird joke or something.
...It sure doesn't seem like he's joking. And let's be real, it would be incredibly unusual and out of character for Jamil if it was. Five's not sure the guy evne knows what a joke is.]
...Wowwwww. [A very deadpan "wow".] I almost feel like I should say 'yes' right off the bat, just to reward the fact that you didn't wait for me to be conveniently drugged before asking this time.
[Probably not an encouraging response if you go off the words alone, but the way he says it weirdly doesn't sound like an outright rebuke, at least? You simply have his attention, Jamil.]
[Jamil is honestly so surprised Five answered anything in the ballpark of "yes" that he completely ignores the bait. Besides, yeah he did that, so what?]
[Five narrows his eyes a little, saying a bit more harshly:]
I said almost. [And then he softens up a bit once more.] But...
[He thinks for a moment. Jamil does look like shit, which tugs a bit at this fresh imprint of theirs. His Natural Souls agree they can't just let someone they're bonded with go on in such a wretched state... But at the same time, the mockingbird abhors the idea of things getting even more crowded in here, and the raptor is on the same page as Five in that it remembers all too well how wrecked they were after the last time Jamil fed on them.]
...Can you do it without knocking me unconscious? And without leaving me uselessly bed-ridden, ideally.
[Jamil's smoke form gives the approximation of a sigh, more out of muscle memory than anything.]
Without making you unconscious, yes--you'll even be in full control the entire time. [He doesn't sound too happy about that.] As to the second... not that I know of. That seems to be a necessary consequence of being, well, fed on. But as far as I can tell it won't be as severe.
[The tip of Five's tail flicks like a cat's, but his expression remains otherwise unchanged.]
You're really selling the experience, huh? No, I figured it'd come with some kind of drawback. I just don't want to wind up like I did last time where I was too drained to even move. Because that sucked. I had to be picked up off the street by East Sophian gangsters.
[He keeps frowning at Jamil without much of a change. Theoretically he could be swayed to help out, but he doesn't really approve of the lack of contrition Jamil is demonstrating in his approach.
He heaves a deep sigh.]
Alright, listen: I'll let you feed off some of my energy... IF I get a proper apology from you for December, first.
[Five remains stone-faced, continuing to quint suspiciously in silence for a moment while he measures the quality of that apology up in his head. Several beats pass until finally, he speaks up again.]
...Alright. Fine. Good enough.
[At least, if Jamil didn't really mean it, it didn't sound facetious.]
[For the second time this conversation, Jamil is caught off-guard by Five's amenability. He had meant it, but he'd expected to have to grovel or something (not that he would have, some things will never be more important than pride).]
[Look, sometimes he's just not in the mood to play with his food! Even if... He's about to be the food...? Shudder. Rejecting THAT thought, ASAP...
Eyes closed, he huffs an exasperated sigh, puffing his chest out and folding his arms across it.]
What, do you want me to say "psych" and laugh you out of here? Make you get down on your knees and beg for it...? [He cracks an eye and gives Jamil another once-over.] ...For whatever degree of 'knee' you can actually manifest right now, I guess? Because believe it or not, that's not really my style.
[Something like that. Well, Jamil's not about to try and convince Five otherwise, or give him a chance to change his mind. It's nice when things just work out sometimes.]
Fine. ...Just relax, then.
[The next moment, he unfurls into a spiral of black mist, funneling toward Five with his inhales. This time, now that he's more conscious, Five will briefly feel cold seeping through his body as Jamil settles in, but then will return to feeling mostly normal. His body will respond to him as it should, as if nothing is different than it typically is.
Except, guess who's here? A little tickle somewhere in Five's brain is the only real indication that Jamil is present at all.]
[Ohhhh he doesn't like it one bit. That creepy chill is enough to send a shiver down his spine, even after Jamil settles in... Five's determined not to complain about it though. Once it abates he shakes himself out, swivels his ears up and down, opens and closes his talons a few times just to make sure everything is actually working.]
This is so goddamn weird... Wait. [He narrows his eyes.] You can't read my thoughts while you're in there, can you?
[Like. That's something that he would expect to have disclosed to him before agreeing to this??? But Jamil isn't exactly trustworthy.
Also, it's getting real fucking crowded in this body. Jamil may note there's an additional bird in here now, compared to the last time he spent any time inside Chateau Enhanced Person No. 5.]
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...It sure doesn't seem like he's joking. And let's be real, it would be incredibly unusual and out of character for Jamil if it was. Five's not sure the guy evne knows what a joke is.]
...Wowwwww. [A very deadpan "wow".] I almost feel like I should say 'yes' right off the bat, just to reward the fact that you didn't wait for me to be conveniently drugged before asking this time.
[Probably not an encouraging response if you go off the words alone, but the way he says it weirdly doesn't sound like an outright rebuke, at least? You simply have his attention, Jamil.]
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Really?
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I said almost. [And then he softens up a bit once more.] But...
[He thinks for a moment. Jamil does look like shit, which tugs a bit at this fresh imprint of theirs. His Natural Souls agree they can't just let someone they're bonded with go on in such a wretched state... But at the same time, the mockingbird abhors the idea of things getting even more crowded in here, and the raptor is on the same page as Five in that it remembers all too well how wrecked they were after the last time Jamil fed on them.]
...Can you do it without knocking me unconscious? And without leaving me uselessly bed-ridden, ideally.
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Without making you unconscious, yes--you'll even be in full control the entire time. [He doesn't sound too happy about that.] As to the second... not that I know of. That seems to be a necessary consequence of being, well, fed on. But as far as I can tell it won't be as severe.
[At least he's being honest.]
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You're really selling the experience, huh? No, I figured it'd come with some kind of drawback. I just don't want to wind up like I did last time where I was too drained to even move. Because that sucked. I had to be picked up off the street by East Sophian gangsters.
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[Really, is that what ended up happening to him after Jamil took his little joyride? He should probably feel bad about that but, well, he doesn't.]
Other than that, it doesn't really seem to be under my control.
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He heaves a deep sigh.]
Alright, listen: I'll let you feed off some of my energy... IF I get a proper apology from you for December, first.
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He still doesn't want to. But he also understands that by all metrics he should, and he is asking Five for a favor besides, so...
He sighs again.]
...All right. I was... in a poor state of mind last December, and I behaved rashly and thoughtlessly and took advantage of you. I apologize.
[His tone is appropriately somber, at least. He might also vaguely look like he sincerely feels a little bad, if you squint.]
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...Alright. Fine. Good enough.
[At least, if Jamil didn't really mean it, it didn't sound facetious.]
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...Really?
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Eyes closed, he huffs an exasperated sigh, puffing his chest out and folding his arms across it.]
What, do you want me to say "psych" and laugh you out of here? Make you get down on your knees and beg for it...? [He cracks an eye and gives Jamil another once-over.] ...For whatever degree of 'knee' you can actually manifest right now, I guess? Because believe it or not, that's not really my style.
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Fine. ...Just relax, then.
[The next moment, he unfurls into a spiral of black mist, funneling toward Five with his inhales. This time, now that he's more conscious, Five will briefly feel cold seeping through his body as Jamil settles in, but then will return to feeling mostly normal. His body will respond to him as it should, as if nothing is different than it typically is.
Except, guess who's here? A little tickle somewhere in Five's brain is the only real indication that Jamil is present at all.]
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This is so goddamn weird... Wait. [He narrows his eyes.] You can't read my thoughts while you're in there, can you?
[Like. That's something that he would expect to have disclosed to him before agreeing to this??? But Jamil isn't exactly trustworthy.
Also, it's getting real fucking crowded in this body. Jamil may note there's an additional bird in here now, compared to the last time he spent any time inside Chateau Enhanced Person No. 5.]