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[afineknight]

Oh?

[ He still has another minute. Better to keep it vague. ]

[leonheartedly]

Mmhm.

[he's not elaborating, but - ] Did you meet Odin, too?

[afineknight]

I have met Odin, yes. The little one, too.

[ Yata is little to him, okay. ]

[leonheartedly]

Thought so. Little one is Yata.

[that cough sounds suspiciously like it's to cover up a laugh]

[afineknight]

And I know you met Muffin before last night.

[leonheartedly]

He came by earlier in the day.

[a soft huff] Told me to ask my shepherd about the rituals because he didn't want to scare me. Nice guy.

[afineknight]

He is a good person.

[ And with the sun in place, the daffodil finally bursts into flames. He flinches, preparing for pain, but then furrows his brows when he realizes the fire isn't hurting him. ]

[leonheartedly]

[when he doesn't drop it immediately, Leon unfolds his arms and stands up straight, one hand held up like he might do something, but when there's no yelp or noise of pain - ]

. . . it isn't burning you?

[afineknight]

No. It is not.

[ The flames eat up the daffodil quickly and, when they finally die down, there's some ash . . . and a gold lighter in his hand. ]

[leonheartedly]

[he would comment on how he thinks it's kind of cool, except when he catches sight of the lighter]

. . . good job.

[afineknight]

[ He flicks it in his hand, swallowing hard. It even feels right. ]

. . . He pulls through, that Red.

[leonheartedly]

[something to the side is suddenly very, very interesting. One of his hands slowly clenches into a fist]

I'm glad.

[afineknight]

[ When he moves to put it in his pocket, his hand brushes against something at his side. His brows furrow and he pockets the lighter before drawing the other item out — his Red9.

it really had been ten minutes. ]

And again. Good on him.

[leonheartedly]

[he glances back - ah . . . slightly better than the lighter. Just slightly]

Good to know. I asked him for something personal.

[he tilts his head] What was the other thing you had to do?

[afineknight]

[ He puts it away and stands, dusting himself off. ]

Talk to you for ten minutes and not tell a single lie.

[leonheartedly]

[both eyebrows shoot up]

So that's why you wanted my help.

[afineknight]

Two birds, one stone.

[ He snatches up the glass. ]

[leonheartedly]

Wow, now I feel extra special.

[dry and deadpan]

[afineknight]

You should. Red selected you just for this.

[leonheartedly]

. . . did he.

Great. I'll thank him for thinking of me later.

[afineknight]

Great.

[ He's just. gonna go put this glass up now. ]

1/2

[leonheartedly]

[he reaches out to catch Crois' wrist before he gets too far]

Before you go—

[leonheartedly]

[aaand pulls him into a proper hug.

This is his revenge. Enjoy!]

[afineknight]

[ He tenses up immediately as he's caught off guard, not really sure what to do with it.

But Leon will note that he's warm — definitely warm. His heart is beating, and strongly at that, and his breath catches for a moment before he lets out a soft curse in Spanish. ]

[leonheartedly]

[ah . . . it backfired immediately. Story of his life.

If his arms tighten around him for a moment in an actual, genuine hug, it can go in the pile of things they're not talking about.

But it's brief, and Tyr lets him go and steps back, looking away]