( closed. ) catch-all

[uncourteous]

WHO: callisto... and people. 🧍‍♂️
WHAT: catch-all.
WHERE: seoul, busan, & everywhere in between!
WHEN: throughout the month (that's almost over)
WARNINGS: blood, gore, & anything else will be updated as i go!

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Comments

[bemist]

So are you eating it or attempting to challenge me?

[ Because that does sound incredibly idiotic. ]

[uncourteous]

[ ...

he remains silent for a second, looking at her with a sideway glance, before giving a smile. ] Aren't you the one who would normally challenge me? [ he hadn't forgotten that time at the beach, for example.

or any other time in which he's crossed her. ]

[bemist]

... Not over something stupid like this.

[ Gebura, that's mean. ]

1/2

[uncourteous]

You really are mean, my lady.

[uncourteous]

[ that said, he does still pass her the pack. letting her choose a brand new one to try. ] Does that mean you don't want to try another one of this city's delicacies? I can't say it promises victory, however.

[bemist]

It'd be weirder if it did. I'm pretty sure food only holds as much power as you want to convince yourself it does, aside from the obvious benefits.

[ Like filling your stomach. But she'll draw one out, a little dubiously. ]

[uncourteous]

Isn't that how most things in this world work?

[ whether it be some false sense of bravery in the face of danger, or otherwise. was that not how conviction was actually defined? regardless, he also bites into a piece of his own. chewing on it thoughtfully, before: ]

Their idea of sweets seems rather juvenile. [ but, strawberry was perhaps meant for him to be kinder and more agreeable, surely. it's just a matter of when it kicks in. ]

[bemist]

And your idea of "sweets" is... what, exactly? Fancier?

[ He looks like the type, but she'll also take a bite.

Not anything remarkable, true. ]

[uncourteous]

Isn't it standard for there to be an assortment? [ it was like that at the palace, at least. even if it may have entirely been a farce for guests to see opulent their living conditions were. ... not that he had many guests to begin with, but that was another matter entirely. ]

Or one would at least have coffee or tea in such an instance. Though, I know you have no desire for such things. You could always try building a tolerance. [ ... ] Should I make you a cup?

[bemist]

[ Normally, she would say no. She's aware she would say no. She's prepared to say no. But-- ]

... If it's not straight black, maybe.

[ Huh. ]

[uncourteous]

[ even callisto didn't expect the agreement.

he had anticipated for her to have denied him per usual. perhaps, even presuming her to believe that even if she had desired to try it, he'd be the last person she'd try it with. does that deter him, however? absolutely not. who knows if he's actually right.

either way, while normally hr may have had a teasing word or two, and not exactly having all the materials to do this, he could have easily come up with some sly promise for the future. he suddenly starts moving a bit ahead of her. ] How can I say no to that.

[ it's more like he wants to make her request come true, no matter the effort exhausted. ]

I will be right back. Will you wait for me?

[bemist]

[ This is... weirdly agreeable of him. Of course, maybe he's just surprised that she'd agreed to it and this is the direct result of not instantly balking or flaring up at the idea of having something else forced on her.

But Gebura shrugs, finding no real reason to be difficult for once. ]

Sure.