tiir rumibul; oo1

[contemptibility]

Who: Tiir and vatheon!
When: Early afternoon?
Where: In the forest, near the lake.
Style: [I'm lazy okay]
Status: NEVER MIND this suddenly became open thanks to Cal—

[It might sound a bit odd, coming from someone who tries to be honest, but Tiir hates this curse.

... Granted, he hates most of them, but still.

It might've been fine another time, or under different circumstances. Half the time, Tiir wouldn't care if others could see his thoughts, as he'd already be saying them out loud.

With Guriko to look after, however, it's a different story. He can't afford to let her see.

... And he's not as confident as he was months ago.

Thus, his thought bubble blank as he forces himself to think about nothing, he escapes to his usual hiding place: the forest. That is, the one place he can usually count on to be unoccupied.

... Except for right now, apparently—]

Comments

[asea]

(The ones who'll die are the Ore --)

. . .

[He steps to the side to walk around Tiir.]

[contemptibility]

The Orerines? And pray tell, what exactly are those? If I'm to be grouped with them, I'd like to know why.

[asea]

[ . . .

With this much already out there, there's no longer a point in hiding it from Tiir. Hence, staring him down:]

You people of the land.

[contemptibility]

(Still just an inferior human.)

Compared to what, might I ask?

[asea]

(You -- )

[He almost spells out how strange it is to be referred to as a human being. Almost.]

The Radiant.

[And with that, he picks up his pace and walks past Tiir, intending to leave.]

[contemptibility]

The Radiant? You're not very good at explaining things.

[asea]

[A momentary pause, then Walter continues on in his sodden glory without so much as a huff, finding no point in explaining.]

[contemptibility]

[He doesn't even look at him, as he calls out—]

You should be glad that Guriko seems to be fond of you. Otherwise, I would've simply killed you for that discourtesy right there and then.

[asea]

(Killing is all that you Orerines know how to do.)

[Neither of them should notice his thoughts, because Walter doesn't have to look at the bubble to know it, and Tiir isn't even glancing at him. And perhaps for the better, though Walter is quick to erase the words.

He leaves.]