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[crystallinelore]

INEVITABLE SPOILERS WITHIN, LOOK UPON AT YOUR OWN RISK

in any case we can do like, game aus, or "exarch summoned your character from another fuckin dimension", or THERE'S A WEIRD TOWER MADE OF CRYSTAL HERE NOW, WTF, or maybe it's been there as long as anyone can remember, or,

look feel free to comment with a pitch or make me pick or just make a starter, we can do whatever

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[crystallinelore]

'Tis true. I have done some research into it, and it pains me to attempt summonings with incomplete knowledge, but... this world is running out of time.

[sets down his half eaten cookie.]

As for your soul, will you allow me to conduct an examination on you?

[awakenerd]

....I suppose.

[He doesn't have anyone else here who can probably.]

[crystallinelore]

I can assure you that you may remain fully dressed for it. But for now, let us enjoy lunch together.

[awakenerd]

[He snorts, a laugh despite himself. And then while twirling his fork "accidentally" drops it.

Grumbling he goes after it under the table, but what he's really trying to do is palm a mirror and use it to glance up the Exarch'a face while he retreives the fork.]

[crystallinelore]

[he's glancing the tips of white hair, and are those Miqo'te facial markings--?

and then a sandaled foot pins the mirror and G'raha's hand under it to the floor.]

Really? Trying to see up an old man's skirts at your age? It seems we have found the pervert.

[awakenerd]

[A Miqo'te? Well it's true there aren't many Hyur as short as this guy (thinks the person his same height) that doesn't really shed any light on anything.

Shamelessly he tries to wiggle his hand from the Exarch's foot.]

If you hide so deliberately of course I'm going to want to see even more.

[crystallinelore]

Indecent.

[he's slipping under the table too, careful not to give G'raha any more glimpses in the process. he wants to swipe that mirror.]

I have hid like this for a century. What gives you the right to be the one to dig up my secrets?

[awakenerd]

What gives you the right to summon me from my world? I was in the middle of important research.

[He wasn't but no one has to know what he was in the middle of.]

Being old doesn't give you free reign.

[He leans into the Exarch's space.]

[crystallinelore]

[He presses his crystal hand to G'raha's chest firmly. no closer, damnit.]

I did not have the right to take you. I know that. But secrets I must keep are secrets I must keep, no matter how much I owe you.

[awakenerd]

[He leans against that hand, aggressive brat that he is. But doesn't actually go for yanking the hood off.]

How much would you say you owe me?

[This little shit.]

[crystallinelore]

[good they're under a table in public and people are probably going to check on them soon.]

I owe you as much comfort as I can give you here. Aid in your endeavors. But I cannot entrust you with my secrets.

[awakenerd]

[He just huffs and leans back, they're definitely getting stares so he retrieves the fork, though if the Exarch wants his mirror he'll have to snatch it now.]

[crystallinelore]

[Yeah, yoink, then turning to crawl back up into his seat with the UTMOST dignity.

which seems to inspire giggles from the concerned parties, at least. yeah okay their precious exarch is fine.]

[awakenerd]

[Just two weirdos from the Exarch's homeland nbd. G'raha grumbles but returns to his seat. Switching his fork for a fresh one.]

When do you need to examine me?

[crystallinelore]

I have time after this, if you are free, but if not we can make an appointment.

[awakenerd]

I'm not doing anything.

[Diving into his cake.]

[crystallinelore]

Then after lunch.

[scarfing down cookies. with great dignity.]

[awakenerd]

....Are those any good?

[crystallinelore]

They are one of the more popular items.

[offers him one.]

[awakenerd]

[He could take it with his hands like a reasonable person but he still feels bratty so he'll lean forward and nom it right out of the Exarch's fingers.]

[crystallinelore]

[WHY

once he has it firmly in his mouth, the exarch lets go and flicks his nose.

but he is, like, blushing. goddamnit.]

[awakenerd]

[Ha! He wins. Even if he has to rub his nose. He munches the cookie, leaning back.]

They're good.

[crystallinelore]

They are.

[leaning over the table to snag a bite of his cake in revenge.]

[awakenerd]

[G'raha lifts up his fork with a bite.]

You only had to ask.

[He's going to hold it up.]

[crystallinelore]

I figured fair is fair. Thank you.

[and with the ballsiness of G'raha himself he will lean in and eat off of G'raha's fork.]