[ Verso wonders what kind of expression he's wearing. He isn't quite sure himself. It's not fear but it may be guilt. His eyebrows furrow as he tries to make sense of who he's seeing in front of him. Flicking his gaze to the ground, he wonders if he's gone mad. But that probably isn't it.
He's quiet for a few beats too long. ]
Sorry. I was imagining how bad it'd be to be a pancake. [ Finding his voice, he tosses out a light joke before pointing over the edge. ] Although -- [ He makes a show of getting up on his tip-toes to peer over. ] -- they don't look like they're doing that bad, do they?
[ A smile. ] Guess it really is one of those Gestral games. [ Taking a step forward, he rests his hand on Gustave's shoulder -- he attempts to alleviate the pain and sick that he can see. But his eyes widen as he finds he isn't able to take the man's pain onto himself. ]
𝑵𝒐𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕: 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑝
[ Verso wonders what kind of expression he's wearing. He isn't quite sure himself. It's not fear but it may be guilt. His eyebrows furrow as he tries to make sense of who he's seeing in front of him. Flicking his gaze to the ground, he wonders if he's gone mad. But that probably isn't it.
He's quiet for a few beats too long. ]
Sorry. I was imagining how bad it'd be to be a pancake. [ Finding his voice, he tosses out a light joke before pointing over the edge. ] Although -- [ He makes a show of getting up on his tip-toes to peer over. ] -- they don't look like they're doing that bad, do they?
[ A smile. ] Guess it really is one of those Gestral games. [ Taking a step forward, he rests his hand on Gustave's shoulder -- he attempts to alleviate the pain and sick that he can see. But his eyes widen as he finds he isn't able to take the man's pain onto himself. ]
Would you believe I'm not trying to flirt?