Emryc eyed her blankly as she complained about her outfit being ruined, “Probably an improvement,” He stated flatly before focusing back on the Holo. He was moody from seeing that idiot Trady on the screen again. How old was he anyway? Wasn’t it time to retire? Emryc was too focused on the screen to notice Tiamat moving off the couch and onto the floor. He felt her tugging at his pants and tilted his head to stare at her.
“What are you doing?” He asked blankly, blinking a few times as he watched her fiddle around with his perfectly fine sweatpants. She had done the same thing years ago and he had been just as confused back then. Emryc privately hoped this time it wouldn’t end with him thrown through a wall again.
The half Sephi scoffed a bit as she declared she wasn’t a wimp, glancing back at the screen, “Yeah? Like a laundromat?”
He once again watched her continue to fiddle with the pants. Despite being bizarre, there was something oddly tender about it. It wasn’t something some random stranger would ever do, and they would be long tossed from his presence if they tried. It was almost affectionate in nature, but he didn’t quite understand it. Emryc simply watched her in silence, a comical look on his face that was a mix of fascination and utter confusion.
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