[ What was wrong with fake friends?! Lup was too authentic for Malkus. ]
You have such a way with words. And I don't intend to impress her! I just- I know what you are thinking and it isn't-
[ The doctor waved his hands dismissively, but a bit too defensively. ]
I do not even know what the original goal is, anymore. I've no idea what clothes have to do with Marian's nerves. Why am I even worrying about such a thing- this feels foolish now. I feel foolish!
[Lup isn't completely awful all of the time. She wouldn't exactly call Malkus a friend--but to be fair, there are very few people outside of her family in this place that she'd call a friend yet--but that doesn't mean she's heartless. The elf's head tips to the side thoughtfully as Malkus flips to defensive mode, flapping his arms around like he was trying to take off from the ground, his whole appearance making the gesture more comical than the dramatic he was probably going for.
Lup finally holds up a hand to stop him.] Okay. First, let's chill, my man. No need to get so hyped up over nothing. Take some deep breaths, roll your shoulders, touch your toes. The ush.
[ Malkus did not like to leave himself vulnerable, and as silly as the situation was, he felt completely exposed. The opinions of others meant so much to the superficial man, that to look like a fool would kill him! After all, Malkus has never looked like a fool to anyone before! ]
Alright- A-alright... I do not know the first thing about clothing, but you seem to have found things befitting your style here. You've more experience than I do.
The elf moves close to her unusually tall companion, slipping an arm around his shoulders and quickly turning him in the direction of the caves various shops.] Just trust me, Malk. If there's one thing you can believe in this place, it's that ol' Lup will never steer you wrong.
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You have such a way with words. And I don't intend to impress her! I just- I know what you are thinking and it isn't-
[ The doctor waved his hands dismissively, but a bit too defensively. ]
I do not even know what the original goal is, anymore. I've no idea what clothes have to do with Marian's nerves. Why am I even worrying about such a thing- this feels foolish now. I feel foolish!
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Lup finally holds up a hand to stop him.] Okay. First, let's chill, my man. No need to get so hyped up over nothing. Take some deep breaths, roll your shoulders, touch your toes. The ush.
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Alright- A-alright... I do not know the first thing about clothing, but you seem to have found things befitting your style here. You've more experience than I do.
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The elf moves close to her unusually tall companion, slipping an arm around his shoulders and quickly turning him in the direction of the caves various shops.] Just trust me, Malk. If there's one thing you can believe in this place, it's that ol' Lup will never steer you wrong.
[Cue thunderclaps and ominous music.]