I found Loz’s expression very amusing for some reason. Probably it had something to do with his opponent being Tifa.
On another mindless search, came a thought that bitterly clung to a once rivaling mind. Grievances for him could not be so easily forgotten, and he had to keep in mind that this…spawn could just as easily be seeking the end of their world, again. Or who knows, maybe Loz just had no idea what to do with himself and the Turk was just over-thinking the situation, but rather be safe than sorry in his opinion. No matter, he would not linger on a subject that was clearly not wanted.There was an answer in the back of his mind, lingering the word exile, but that sort of information should not be divulged, especially given the company. “…you missed playtime, actually.” He retorted bluntly, inwardly humored at his own brand of joke, though it was dry of sarcasm in spite.
Had he known what went through the other male’s mind at mention of his searching he would have argued that, no, what he was doing wasn’t mindless at all. But then again, maybe in a way it was. It was all he really had left to cling to, brothers abandoned and ideas of Mother growing sparse within his head with only the drive to restlessly comb the planet lingering on through the nightly siren calls and the tedium of the day. Perhaps, in reality, he didn’t know any better — or more so, didn’t know anything else. But he was glad, that Rude did not linger on the subject, that the male did not prod and poke him for answers that Loz truthfully couldn’t give.
Their blunt reply, that he had missed play time was met with an immediate change of behavior; silver topped head craning upwards as feline-esque eyes darted from their spot boring into the floor to instead once more peer at the Turk. Again he leaned forward, leather clad hands that had loosened atop his knees once again tightening in his mounting curiosity. “Seriously?” Obviously the remnant was either too obtuse to understand the jab at his typical branding of such events or just didn’t care regards, much too interested in this piece of new information and his expression fully showed that to be the case. “Did you have fun?” All too similar to a child in mannerisms, from the giddy excitement in his voice to the way his face had lit up at the mention.
It was at least some relief to Rude to see that childish ease back in the brawny remnant. After all, it felt more like being in a room with an unidentified loaded gun when Loz was in any other state but that, an instinct the Turk was unsure he could rid himself of entirely. He would, however, indulge the more immature side of the silver haired …ally, for who’s sake remained to be seen. “Well,” He started, pausing to unfold those aforementioned arms, an odd sort of awkwardness coming with just standing; he’d offer some sort entertainment at a later date. “I got shot twice,” At his own expense, he figured that would do something for Loz. “Might have killed two guys.”
The remnant’s capriciousness was a given, quickly shifting to one state of emotion to another in record time, and now that juvenile brain had been stimulated with the idea of Rude’s apparent ‘lethal playtime’ it would be rather challenging to get the silver haired male to focus on anything else. This was entertaining enough as is, Loz practically eagerly awaiting the story that had better come after the tanned male’s admittance of injury and mention of delightful slaughter. To stress this point, slightly full lips opened and out came the remnant’s voice, “Uh huh, and then what? How’d this even happen?” The muscular man’s tone full of what could be called ingenuousness if the words spoken didn’t consist of a request for Rude to continue in this tale of hopeful brutality.
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On another mindless search, came a thought that bitterly clung to a once rivaling mind. Grievances for him could not be so easily forgotten, and he had to keep in mind that this…spawn could just as easily be seeking the end of their world, again. Or who knows, maybe Loz just had no idea what to do with himself and the Turk was just over-thinking the situation, but rather be safe than sorry in his opinion. No matter, he would not linger on a subject that was clearly not wanted.There was an answer in the back of his mind, lingering the word exile, but that sort of information should not be divulged, especially given the company. “…you missed playtime, actually.” He retorted bluntly, inwardly humored at his own brand of joke, though it was dry of sarcasm in spite.
Had he known what went through the other male’s mind at mention of his searching he would have argued that, no, what he was doing wasn’t mindless at all. But then again, maybe in a way it was. It was all he really had left to cling to, brothers abandoned and ideas of Mother growing sparse within his head with only the drive to restlessly comb the planet lingering on through the nightly siren calls and the tedium of the day. Perhaps, in reality, he didn’t know any better — or more so, didn’t know anything else. But he was glad, that Rude did not linger on the subject, that the male did not prod and poke him for answers that Loz truthfully couldn’t give.
Their blunt reply, that he had missed play time was met with an immediate change of behavior; silver topped head craning upwards as feline-esque eyes darted from their spot boring into the floor to instead once more peer at the Turk. Again he leaned forward, leather clad hands that had loosened atop his knees once again tightening in his mounting curiosity. “Seriously?” Obviously the remnant was either too obtuse to understand the jab at his typical branding of such events or just didn’t care regards, much too interested in this piece of new information and his expression fully showed that to be the case. “Did you have fun?” All too similar to a child in mannerisms, from the giddy excitement in his voice to the way his face had lit up at the statement.
With quick, concerned look back towards the door, he fretfully wondered how the remnant got in. “…….” Returning gaze in a disdainful manner, he let a frown upon his face. “I see you’re back…”
Naturally, the remnant had ways of sneaking into the Turks home unannounced; not that the tanned male himself would be finding about about them anytime soon. Beyond that, it was really a mystery and perhaps one for another time. Dark cyan watched as a frown grew to mar the tanned male’s lips, Loz’s own curling upwards at the corners into a somewhat amused while he listened to the other.
“That’s right.” He practically chirped in reply afterwards, once more shifting atop the other’s sofa — only this time actually managing to sit up. Both hands quickly moved to grip at his knees, the remnant leaning forward slightly as he returned the other’s stare in an upwards direction. “So, you miss me?” A playful inquiry, lips parting to display twin rows of fine teeth.
On occasion he felt more like a father to a full grown man, who, internally, had trapped some callow spirit within himself, and as such almost elicited the need to scold had he the capacity to often do so. A sigh of such wear escaped past now-linear lips, arms folding underneath a tucked away tie. With a momentary pause, he wondered if that question was earnest or meant to purposely get under his skin, but he couldn’t answer with a ‘yes’ and have it be genuine regardless. So, to save face, he dodged responding. “What have you been doing?” No change in air of that same flat tone, but his eyes did narrow just the slightest behind panes of glass; wary, if only in secrecy, of the answer.
The look of amusement gracing upturned lips quickly lowered before diminishing altogether at the obvious avoidance of his question and instead what replaced it was an overall look of dreariness. Truthfully such an expression was an odd thing to be seen upon the remnant’s face at any given time, angular brows then furrowing in thought while Loz considered the Turk’s query. “Looking.” Eventually came his answer after a moment of reflection on what all he had done up to this point, voice soft with the slightest hint of melancholy as mako enhanced eyes adverted and strong shoulders slumped. He left it at that, not entirely convinced he could adequately describe what all he had done with his meager vocabulary. Then, a shift of topic — Loz wishing to move the conversation from himself. “So, what all have I missed?”
“Staring isn’t nice, you know.” The remnant casually remarked, shifting so that he might turn onto his side — left arm propped beneath him so that he might rest a cheek atop his hand. “But, I guess I shouldn’t really expect anything more.”With quick, concerned look back towards the door, he fretfully wondered how the remnant got in. “…….” Returning gaze in a disdainful manner, he let a frown upon his face. “I see you’re back…”
Naturally, the remnant had ways of sneaking into the Turk’s home unannounced; not that the tanned male himself would be finding out about them anytime soon. Beyond that, it was really a mystery and perhaps one for another time. Dark cyan watched as a frown grew to mar the tanned male’s lips, Loz’s own curling upwards at the corners into a somewhat amused while he listened to the other.
“That’s right.” He practically chirped in reply afterwards, once more shifting atop the other’s sofa — only this time actually managing to sit up. Both hands quickly moved to grip at his knees, the remnant leaning forward slightly as he returned the other’s stare in an upwards direction. “So, you miss me?” A playful inquiry, lips parting to display twin rows of fine teeth.
