He barely manages to stifle a full body flinch to a quivering brow and an ever deepening frown when he anticipates and feels Aventurine reach for his face. He isn't so uncouth to snap at a patient for breaching his personal space now of all times. It only makes him mourn the fact he can't use his bust yet to hide from the ticklish sensation ghosting over his skin plus there are other environmental elements he finds more displeasing than the clumsy hands at his face.
Veritas offers a hand and an arm for safe measure to help the blond gambler to his feet, steady and not tripping face first into the ground again. As much as he is noting how Aventurine mentioned a ship and boat, giving him the first clue in determining where exactly they were, he is admittedly a lot more focused on the slurred speech dragging along those sentences. His brows furrows. He wonders if Aventurine is in any state to answer his questions. He makes a confident assessment that the gambler might have made no attempts to give himself a reprieve since he's found himself in this place before Veritas did.
And what was that about two of him before?
I haven't been here long. It's not exactly a place I'd fancy finding myself in. He retorts back, trying to restore some semblance of peace between the two after finding each other in a state of weakness as much as both of them try to hide it.
Never mind that, are you sure you are fine? Don't lie to me. It would be an entirely avoidable misfortune to drag you back to safety if you decided to gamble on your health here and now. Veritas appeals to both of their sense of efficacy and urgency. We can have a debriefing after we're sure we're safe. No matter how well the two managed to navigate The Family's constant surveillance in the Dreamscape and Reverie, Veritas didn't miss the tip toeing around and risk every conversation held had in that place.
More than anything, he's scrutinizing Aventurine's face lying in wait to possibly tear apart any foolish notions that the gambler might say to deflect from the obvious here.
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He barely manages to stifle a full body flinch to a quivering brow and an ever deepening frown when he anticipates and feels Aventurine reach for his face. He isn't so uncouth to snap at a patient for breaching his personal space now of all times. It only makes him mourn the fact he can't use his bust yet to hide from the ticklish sensation ghosting over his skin plus there are other environmental elements he finds more displeasing than the clumsy hands at his face.
Veritas offers a hand and an arm for safe measure to help the blond gambler to his feet, steady and not tripping face first into the ground again. As much as he is noting how Aventurine mentioned a ship and boat, giving him the first clue in determining where exactly they were, he is admittedly a lot more focused on the slurred speech dragging along those sentences. His brows furrows. He wonders if Aventurine is in any state to answer his questions. He makes a confident assessment that the gambler might have made no attempts to give himself a reprieve since he's found himself in this place before Veritas did.
And what was that about two of him before?He retorts back, trying to restore some semblance of peace between the two after finding each other in a state of weakness as much as both of them try to hide it.
Veritas appeals to both of their sense of efficacy and urgency. No matter how well the two managed to navigate The Family's constant surveillance in the Dreamscape and Reverie, Veritas didn't miss the tip toeing around and risk every conversation held had in that place.
More than anything, he's scrutinizing Aventurine's face lying in wait to possibly tear apart any foolish notions that the gambler might say to deflect from the obvious here.