IC Inbox 2 (Imeeji)

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I'll consider my approach. But like I said, it's not a big deal, I'm sure most people know now him have a crush on him.

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Does he know?

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[Cardinal shrugs.]

I don't think I'm subtle.

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Truthfully, outside of Vergil, who do you imagine was the last person to court him so?

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Five.

Who do you think I've been courting? The last person I actually tried to seduce was you, and I just ended up asking you to mentor me. [Technically they did try and seduce Five but they're were joking so it doesn't count.]

Anyway, we just started talking more, I don't want to make things weird.

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Five?

I basically had to put them in a room together and demand they make out. How surprised I was that they had no disagreements.

[He is amused by that.]

I was thinking Amaranth. That one must be like the raging tide to wrangle.

And I will not meddle. Do go at your pace.

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I can only aspire to such subtle machinations.

[Cardinal strokes his forearm just because that's what's near, and they look up at him, smiling.]

I'm flattered you approve, anyway.

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There are those here I like. Quite a large number. But you are of the select few I respect.

[He does kiss their forehead.]

Though I am amused it does keep surprising you. I am all but required to dote on my unit after a bad game, but the rest of you? I do pick and choose.

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[Cardinal hums thoughtfully.]

I just don't take it for granted.

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Honestly, how does your unit not simply adore you?

Though it is probably time to get out of the water.

[And he will present a large fluffy towel for them to be wrapped in.]

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They knew me before I fell under your good influence.

[Cardinal wraps themself up and perches on the side of the bathtub, waiting for Emet-Selch to be steady on his feet before they attempt getting up themself.]

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[He seems sturdy enough and will wrap the towel around them.]

Perhaps you are growing as well.

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[Cardinal rides out the initial unateadiness and nudges him to walk.]

Hm. I feel very different. Do you?

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[He picks them up with a wince. It isn't as if his back doesn't hurt all the time anyway! Taking them to the bed.]

More than I would like to admit. But remember I haven't changed much in eons. Well, at least not for the better.

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[Cardinal takes it easy on him this time and doesn't squirm around. They card their fingers through Emet-Selch's hair. ]

You don't find it invigorating?

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Honestly, I'm surprised it is even possible. If anything, it is terrifying.

[He lays them down and joins them for cuddling.]

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[Cardinal spends a few fidgety moments getting comfortable. After some contemplation, they kick off the towel.]

Speaking of... Would you teach me magic?

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[He just shakes his head and tosses a blanket over both of them seeing if they will kick that off, too. Because he's an ass sometimes.]

I would be happy to try.

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[It was wet! Cardinal acquiesces to the blanket, sprawling along the length of Emet-Selch's body.]

You think I can't learn?

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I haven't had the ability to truly study how aether manipulation works across stars. In theory it should be possible, but I wouldn't be surprised if I gazed upon other stars upon leaving this place and would not see a wink of aether, instead they were forged and breed upon a different mystical source.

So given that it is accessible, I have no doubts you would be able to master it.

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[Cardinal hums thoughtfully.]

That's fine, the principles might still be useful.

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I think you would find them fascinating even if they were not. You rather have the mind of a scholar.

[He lightly brushes their hair as they sprawl against him.]

I imagine if I left you to your own devices too long, you'd be like the others. Always working.

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[Cardinal blinks a bit, but given the number of books they'd been going through lately, they have to tip their head in acknowledgement.

Their own hands ruck up Emet-Selch's shirt and explore his ribs, counting the bones and tracing the musculature. Emet-Selch might have a point about their mind. All the research they'd been doing lately had been the most entergetic they'd felt about anything for a awhile. ]

That's certainly what I'd prefer.

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[At their roaming hands he tsks and maneuvers their hands to his sides and not on his stomach and lower chest. He still does not enjoy people touching his scar.]

What kind of magic are you interested in? There is conjury, thaumaturgy, and the arcane.

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[They were keeping to his ribs! Even though they do think it is a shame Emet-Selch doesn't like getting his scar touched.]

The arcane. I was reading up on some Eorzean history and I read about a device called a mammet heart.