Don's her own type of enthusiastic, Vergilius and I are both the type to do what we want... Roland's got different levels to his apathy.
[ She shrugs. The last thing she needs is a vampire becoming incredibly fond of her, so please never tell her that to her face. Please curb your affections, Midnight. ]
I'm not that apathetic, I'm just easily irritated.
You know, I sometimes think that irritation is the opposite of complacency... Or maybe I like to think you care for my company, just a little.
[ He leans back on his hands and grins, finally. It's a tiny little poke. Not 100% back to normal, but his tone is very light and casual. Back to saying things without thinking through the consequences! ]
[ Romance is alive and kicking!! Or at least Midnight grabs his heart like it is, wincing in theatrical pain. ]
Oh, how the bitter must come with the sweet! If only I'd recorded that... ah, but how would a mere recording compare to the sweet memory of your blessed tolerance to my charms?
[ ... Okay, back to full silly, apparently? He's like a superball: you can't keep him down, even though after about two seconds you probably really want to. ]
Ah — Miss Gebura, at least bring your food with you...
[ Midnight will get up, stick his now fully wrapped sandwich in his pocket, then pick up the pizza and begin boxing it up as best as he can while also trying to keep up with wherever Miss Gebura's going. Because he's stupid. He's... stupid... ]
[ HE WILL. Later! For now, I will forcibly fade this scene to black so Midnight can have an excellent time pestering his beloved Miss Gebura tomorrow with whatever the TDM holds. For this evening, though, he'll be at her heels like a lovesick puppy. En... enjoy?? ]
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[ She shrugs. The last thing she needs is a vampire becoming incredibly fond of her, so please never tell her that to her face. Please curb your affections, Midnight. ]
I'm not that apathetic, I'm just easily irritated.
[ WHICH SHE CAN ADMIT. ]
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[ He leans back on his hands and grins, finally. It's a tiny little poke. Not 100% back to normal, but his tone is very light and casual. Back to saying things without thinking through the consequences! ]
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Before she rolls her eyes. ]
I don't hate you.
[ Wow. ]
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Oh, how the bitter must come with the sweet! If only I'd recorded that... ah, but how would a mere recording compare to the sweet memory of your blessed tolerance to my charms?
[ ... Okay, back to full silly, apparently? He's like a superball: you can't keep him down, even though after about two seconds you probably really want to. ]
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[ Gebura continues to be So Sweet. ]
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[ Midnight will get up, stick his now fully wrapped sandwich in his pocket, then pick up the pizza and begin boxing it up as best as he can while also trying to keep up with wherever Miss Gebura's going. Because he's stupid. He's... stupid... ]
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Thanks, buddy. ]