[ for a moment he looks like a fawn facing its final moments, clearly struggling with how to react to an unfamiliar situation. he tries to remember how jord or lazar behave easily among the other men, their camaraderie a natural thing dating back to their time serving auguste, but to mimic such a thing when he has never actually participated in it himself feels... challenging. ]
Please don't call me that. [ there is no bite behind his words, and he looks half like he wants to vomit. politely, he clears his throat. ] Thank you for the explosives. I'll bring you back the creature's skin, and then our debts will be settled.
( it's a good thing aspen has trained his near-ironclad poker face. he thanks his past self for perfecting those pretty smiles and inquisitive, interested faces eyes, because otherwise, he probably would've eked out at least a small giggle. he can't help it - laurent just looked so... so... out of his element! )
Aww, alright. ( but he does look disappointed, with the tiniest pout. ) You're welcome. Stay safe out there.
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Please don't call me that. [ there is no bite behind his words, and he looks half like he wants to vomit. politely, he clears his throat. ] Thank you for the explosives. I'll bring you back the creature's skin, and then our debts will be settled.
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Aww, alright. ( but he does look disappointed, with the tiniest pout. ) You're welcome. Stay safe out there.