[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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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.]