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evey_w to blame.
Christopher Weihrauch cannot quite remember why he has come here, but he thinks it might have been important.
Safely ensconced in his arms, she regards the figure sitting at a table in the dimly lit room with mild interest.
Forsyth Linevan lifts his head from his hands, and finds Chris standing in the doorway holding a green…thing, which on seeing his face emits a small sound, and shrinks into Chris’ embrace.
His eyes widen when Chris coos to it in a comforting manner completely unbecoming of a member of the Obstinate Arrow.
“What’s that? The darkness around him frightens you? No, I don’t know him, but I’ll protect you from anyone who tries to hurt you!”
“Chris, what on earth-”
His progress towards them is arrested by the sudden upswing of a halberd, almost near enough to knock him off his feet. Forsyth has never seen Chris glare at him with such intense passion, mouth set in a determined line; in fact, the only other time Chris had looked at him so directly was when he had asked Chris (after the assasination attempt)if he would defend him, and the elite Special Forces soldier had stared at him, astonished that he would have to ask such a thing.
Now his erstwhile protector is leveling a weapon at his head, the small creature clinging firmly to him with an imbecilic grin of pleasure, which Forsyth finds incredible, if only for the simple reason that he knows Chris’ training has left him averse to being touched, and more so to forming attachments.
Forsyth takes a deep breath, holds up his hands, and steps forward slowly as Chris’ eyes follow his every move. He lowers himself to Muu-chan's level, smiling for the first time that day as she opens her slitted eyes a crack and turns to him.
“How do you do? I’m sorry for startling you. My name is Forsyth. What’s yours?”
“Muu!”
“Nice to meet you, Muu-”
Before he can finish his sentence, a green blur flashes through the air and he catches a beaming Muu-chan by pure reflex, his wide eyes meeting Chris’ similarly shocked expression.
“Forsyth-sama! What is that you’re holding?!”
Please don't seal me in a rock
evey_w to blame.Christopher Weihrauch cannot quite remember why he has come here, but he thinks it might have been important.
Safely ensconced in his arms, she regards the figure sitting at a table in the dimly lit room with mild interest.
Forsyth Linevan lifts his head from his hands, and finds Chris standing in the doorway holding a green…thing, which on seeing his face emits a small sound, and shrinks into Chris’ embrace.
His eyes widen when Chris coos to it in a comforting manner completely unbecoming of a member of the Obstinate Arrow.
“What’s that? The darkness around him frightens you? No, I don’t know him, but I’ll protect you from anyone who tries to hurt you!”
“Chris, what on earth-”
His progress towards them is arrested by the sudden upswing of a halberd, almost near enough to knock him off his feet. Forsyth has never seen Chris glare at him with such intense passion, mouth set in a determined line; in fact, the only other time Chris had looked at him so directly was when he had asked Chris (after the assasination attempt)if he would defend him, and the elite Special Forces soldier had stared at him, astonished that he would have to ask such a thing.
Now his erstwhile protector is leveling a weapon at his head, the small creature clinging firmly to him with an imbecilic grin of pleasure, which Forsyth finds incredible, if only for the simple reason that he knows Chris’ training has left him averse to being touched, and more so to forming attachments.
Forsyth takes a deep breath, holds up his hands, and steps forward slowly as Chris’ eyes follow his every move. He lowers himself to Muu-chan's level, smiling for the first time that day as she opens her slitted eyes a crack and turns to him.
“How do you do? I’m sorry for startling you. My name is Forsyth. What’s yours?”
“Muu!”
“Nice to meet you, Muu-”
Before he can finish his sentence, a green blur flashes through the air and he catches a beaming Muu-chan by pure reflex, his wide eyes meeting Chris’ similarly shocked expression.
“Forsyth-sama! What is that you’re holding?!”
Please don't seal me in a rock