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[rightfoot]

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"It's Louis, leave a message."

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[sylphid]

Oh, maybe.

[It almost sounds like she hasn't even considered the possibility or that him suggesting it suddenly has it occur to her. In fact, Fie pulls out a book from her bag and opens it.]

[rightfoot]

[ Awkward, long stare at Fie. He's not really sure what's happening here. He leans in to look at the book that she's reading. What does she want? He doesn't know how to approach this, either. And he doesn't really want to talk about anything, as he feels like he's said a lot. ]

Maybe's not an answer, Fie.

[sylphid]

[He'll see some words related to gardening and flowers, but not much more, because Fie tilts it to the side and looks at him peering.]

It can be.

[rightfoot]

[ He's going to quietly stare at her for. Awhile. He shifts a little in his seat on the couch. Fidgets.. ]

It isn't, though! It's fully non-committal.

[ Fie can definitely sense the annoyance? Yeah. That's exactly it. ]

What do you want?

[sylphid]

[Fie's gone back to her book, actually reading the thing because it's something that interests her. And it also keeps up appearances here. She looks over at him again, neutral expression still in place.]

You seem stressed right now.

[rightfoot]

[ Thanks, he hates this. Continued, long stare at Fie. Though, he doesn't say anything for awhile. He doesn't know what she wants j/k he totally knows why she's here. He gets up, moves to the kitchen to fetch an apple that she had gotten and cuts it into pieces. He returns with a bowl full of apple slices.

How long can he keep this up with Fie?

Well, as long as he wants. He offers her a piece without saying a word. Just, holds the bowl out in front of her book. ]

[sylphid]

[And she just reaches to take an apple piece without even looking up again.

Good stuff right here. Thanks, Louis.]

[rightfoot]

[ SIGH.

He makes no attempt to keep it quiet or low. It's a loud, annoyed sounding sigh. He knows what she wants, he thinks?

In part.

Maybe, he could give her a little. Just enough. There's just some things he doesn't want to talk about. Some things he wants to keep for himself because he doesn't like sympathy or empathy towards where he's from. Louis has power now at home. He's a Beastar nominee, he's tamed lions, his best friend is a wolf.

But who he was makes him look so weak.

It takes awhile, but when he stands, he takes the now empty bowl, turns towards Fie, and places his hand gently on her head, messing her hair just a little. ]

This.

[ He offers. ]

My dad does this when he's both disappointed and worried about me. He has since the day he brought me home.

[ And, after a moment, he pulls his hand away to return the empty bowl to the kitchen. ]

[sylphid]

[Well that, of all things, does get her attention in an almost instinctual way. She stops and looks up immediately, looking almost confused for a hot second. Then she blinks and regains her previous expression. Nice job.]

Rean does that a lot, too. Most of the time without thinking. It's a weird habit, but not a bad one.

[rightfoot]

[ Well, it seems to have brought her out of it. He finally seems to give up for a moment, and shrug. ]

What are you hoping to hear here today? I hope you're prepared to sleep on my couch tonight. Did you bring a change of clothes?

[ Yeah. Now he's feeling... uppity about it. ]