THE PANTS OF THE HOT

[disestablishment]

i don't know what i'm looking at

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[disestablishment]

[ Sometimes, despite how much you know better than to believe the dead will come back, at least back at a home, you would rather be a fool.

There's a soft chuckle, though it doesn't sound much like his usual. ]

Why would I ever mind, Mistress Hot Pants?

[fleshedout]

Hmmph.

[A little pursing of the lips, but she's coming in.]

[Aymeric gets the rare Hot Pants hug privileges.]

[disestablishment]

[ And he hugs her back, not too tightly, but not too loosely. Maybe in this hug she can tell that despite putting up a front of having it together, the energy and vibe he gives off is... Small. For being a tall man, he is small in this very moment.

It's quiet, muffled, and it is filled with so much hurt: ]

Thank you.

[ In the end, Aymeric is more emotional than he is rational. ]

[fleshedout]

...You're welcome.

[Yeah, she can tell that. That's the problem with all Verdants. They sort of lock away all their problems and throw away the key.]

I hope we get to see him soon.