Well, Elea, he can't really tell you. True to form, he hasn't eaten any of it.
Upon hearing Rabastan's reply, though, Autor chalks this up as one of the most awkward conversations he's ever had in his life. It might even surpass the first chat he had with Karkat, or even the most recent one with Loheng--no. That was worth squirming over, but because it was also painful, too.
He has to take a sip of water at that. Eventually, he regards Elea with raised brows. Augh! She's like a kindergarten teacher!
Then he turns to the man of the hour. "Honestly, Rabastan, I don't recognize you at all. Does the climate of Vane disagree with you? It seems to have reduced your spine to jelly and render you incapable of answering a simple yes or no question."
Autor's getting seriously tired of everyone addressing everyone else in the third person. He's a music student, not a dancer.
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Well, Elea, he can't really tell you. True to form, he hasn't eaten any of it.
Upon hearing Rabastan's reply, though, Autor chalks this up as one of the most awkward conversations he's ever had in his life. It might even surpass the first chat he had with Karkat, or even the most recent one with Loheng--no. That was worth squirming over, but because it was also painful, too.
He has to take a sip of water at that. Eventually, he regards Elea with raised brows. Augh! She's like a kindergarten teacher!
Then he turns to the man of the hour. "Honestly, Rabastan, I don't recognize you at all. Does the climate of Vane disagree with you? It seems to have reduced your spine to jelly and render you incapable of answering a simple yes or no question."
Autor's getting seriously tired of everyone addressing everyone else in the third person. He's a music student, not a dancer.