[Terribly, 16-year-old Leo does the exact same thing, so this is highly amusing to him.]
It's almost impressive, isn't it? Every time I think I've read all of them, I discover a whole new collection. [Why is there so much shitty erotica in the world]
There is not much to be found in Amaurot! A bigger cast of stuck up professionals you'll never find. Azem brings back the worst they can find each time they return home.
[he sounds a little wistful, like he misses this.]
I share your sentiment! As the Chief of the Bureau of the Architect, I deal with them on the daily. [a pause - like he might correct himself, and then he just shakes his head instead.]
[Absolutely tragic. He's truly sorry for your lot in life, birdman.]
The Dukedoms could be worse, I suppose. [...Well. Probably. He hasn't actually had to deal with them much, not yet--and Elliot tips the scales, but listen, shut up.] My master is the son of Duke Nightray, but as the youngest, he's free from the more tedious responsibilities.
[Fortunately for everyone, because Elliot is the least diplomatic person he's ever met outside of his own rude ass.]
[HA that strikes him as such a familiar response that he bursts into laughter. it's quiet, sort of musical, and he hides it into his fist, but it's still a laugh.]
[Friendship ended with Iris, Hyth is his new mod best friend]
Someone has to be honest about it. [It's fine, it's why Elliot likes him. His little shithead smirk fades a bit, though, at the reminder that he doesn't know where Elliot is.] ...If we find him, you'll see what I mean.
I trust that it will be a most joyous reunion, when we do. [soft.] Perhaps I might chance upon the opportunity to introduce you to my friends as well. We shall see.
Whether or not it's "joyous" will depend entirely on the circumstances, he thinks, but he doesn't say that. Instead, he's quiet for a moment.]
Do you think we'll see them, when we leave this place? [This can't possibly be their destination, right? Surely they'll head to wherever their captors are eventually.]
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[leo your elliots!!! hyth stands, brushing his knees off.] What do you have?
[books! o:]
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He'll offer one of his books freely; he isn't particularly attached to them.]
The only reading material I've found, unfortunately.
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... Oh! This is erotica. [he sounds - delighted? haha this is incredible]
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[I hate this]
The writing quality is very poor, but at least it's the entertaining sort of terrible.
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A dear friend of mine and I used to read this sort of thing aloud, to the chagrin of our other dearest companion.
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It's almost impressive, isn't it? Every time I think I've read all of them, I discover a whole new collection. [Why is there so much shitty erotica in the world]
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[he sounds a little wistful, like he misses this.]
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Professionals? Such as performers?
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[Bureaucrats... gross.]
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I share your sentiment! As the Chief of the Bureau of the Architect, I deal with them on the daily. [a pause - like he might correct himself, and then he just shakes his head instead.]
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The Dukedoms could be worse, I suppose. [...Well. Probably. He hasn't actually had to deal with them much, not yet--and Elliot tips the scales, but listen, shut up.] My master is the son of Duke Nightray, but as the youngest, he's free from the more tedious responsibilities.
[Fortunately for everyone, because Elliot is the least diplomatic person he's ever met outside of his own rude ass.]
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Lucky him. [hee.] Are you friends with your master?
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[shut up leo you love him]
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What a shining review of his character!
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Someone has to be honest about it. [It's fine, it's why Elliot likes him. His little shithead smirk fades a bit, though, at the reminder that he doesn't know where Elliot is.] ...If we find him, you'll see what I mean.
[He's very. Loud.]
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I trust that it will be a most joyous reunion, when we do. [soft.] Perhaps I might chance upon the opportunity to introduce you to my friends as well. We shall see.
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Whether or not it's "joyous" will depend entirely on the circumstances, he thinks, but he doesn't say that. Instead, he's quiet for a moment.]
Do you think we'll see them, when we leave this place? [This can't possibly be their destination, right? Surely they'll head to wherever their captors are eventually.]
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I truly hope so. [...] Do you think so?
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