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Intro catch-all, OTA [ Network / Log ]
Who: Sett, anyone that happens across him
When: November 1st - 10th
Where: ADI headquarters, ADI apartments
Summary: Sett's arrival and introductions to his new surroundings.
Warnings: Swearing, mild violence. Drug mention. Mild nudity(nothing explicit).
Who: Sett, anyone else who chimes in
Username: TheBoss
Warnings: N/A
Man this place is wild. These phones? Looks like a Piltie toy I need to get my hands on. I'd kill to have somethin this convenient back home. Would've saved a lotta time, that's for sure. Knowin how to write a new language outta nowhere, and this whole apocalypse business? Sounds pretty bad. Even worse since I guess I'm stuck here with it now too.
Ma's gonna be worried sick.
Anyway, while I'm figurin all of this out, what's all this feast business I'm hearing about? Thanks somethin. I guess thanks for not bein murked by that black mist outbreak or the Harrowing?
Oh yeah, adi's got me on security detail, but if anyone knows where I can get some odd jobs for money on the side, I'd appreciate it. And better drinks than the cheap shit they sell at the canteen.
Arrival.
It doesn't matter so much that the hulking figure of a man popped into existence somewhere in the expansive compound, halfway through a sentence, twirling a brass knuckle around one of his finger. It didn't matter that he stood there for a moment, dumb-founded, wondering if he just died, got drugged and was in the midst of some wild hallucination, or if that Black Mist was back to fuck with him specifically. A couple of people stopped what they were doing to look at him.
And he looked at them.
And they looked at him. And he looked at them. And they made some calls to some people on a little tablet.
He tried asking questions in common Ionian, in Navoran, in Va-Noxian, and even Ur-Noxian, but none of it stuck. They just pointed to a chair and he knew well enough it was in his best interests right now to just sit the fuck down and make sure he wasn't losing his fucking mind.
Things just got weirder from that point on.
Characters are welcome to approach Sett as they like, but at this point, communication is largely limited to playing games of charades.
Characters that speak east-asian languages will pick up on familiar syllables, intonations, and some-odd words here and there when Sett speaks, and Sett will likewise pick up on the same amount from them as well, but grammatical variations make it nigh impossible to communicate past saying a word or two, then reverting back to an optimistic use of charades.
Casual after-hours.
Sett's been going through the ringer.
After the headache that is an entirely new language and all of its nuances slamming into his exhausted brain like a fuck-truck, the crash-course of learning about the technology here, the apocalyptic situation in this world, and getting ferried around to get all kinds of paperwork and accommodations and tours over and done with, he's irritable and exhausted at most hours of the day.
Given his set of skills, Sett begrudgingly accepted the grunt work of security. It was money, but it was just one more headache.
He was scheduled to shadow some man fresh off the line to learn the ins-and-outs of the department, so on occasion, characters might see a uniformed Sett cruising the grounds with a dark-haired NPC. Sometimes he's attentive, but most of the time he's a combination of bored, irritated, and a million miles away. Characters are just as likely to note that Sett has a tendency to roll up the sleeves of the coat of his uniform or leave the collar wide open, and he's constantly being chastised for it.
Should characters wish to interrupt him while on duty, the accompanying NPC might be thrilled to have Sett taken off of his hands, what with how Sett makes it pretty clear he has no interest in listening to what he has to say and shows a general insubordination. Sett, meanwhile, will give any interrupting characters due attention, but the bored scowl on his face demands that they make it worth his time, because he doesn't want to go from one asinine lecture to another.
Should a character instead come across him after his shift, they might find the beast-man sitting near a window in the canteen, enjoying the waning hours of sunlight. He'll still have his work clothes on, save the jacket will be thrown over the back of his chair or sprawled on the round table he's sitting at, revealing that the shirt he's wearing underneath have the sleeves ripped off, and the top few buttons undone. It was freedom enough.
His other arm was stretched comfortably beside a notepad, pencil in hand, with scribbles and lists written in a language that was almost Japanese, almost Chinese, almost Sanskrit, and almost Korean all at once. To the other side of the notepad was a cold bottle of beer that was about half-gone at this point. To anyone paying attention to that small detail, it was safe to guess that, while perhaps tired and frazzled(as all new arrivals were sure to be), the warm hum of alcohol in his system was likely enough to put him in an amicable enough mood to be approached and welcomed moreso to this new reality.
Granted, with that five o'clock shadow, hard-edged features, and the glimmer of scar tissue scattered all over his arms--not to mention that big one all across his nose and cheeks--he had a pretty intimidating figure. But then, something about appearances being deceiving and all. Or maybe they weren't deceiving? Who knew. Your character wouldn't until they approach him!
And they were roommates... - Locked to Manji, K.P., and Rue.
A.Sett was assigned to the C-block of apartments, down on the first floor. Which was well enough, and would make it much easier to sneak in and out past this ridiculous curfew. But that wouldn't become an issue yet. Sett was far too exhausted from the onslaught of classes and tutorials and orientations to really stay up that late for now.
All he knew was that he was put in a room with--
"Yo." The very first time he laid eyes on the gargantuan furry...thing with no pants on, he wasn't going to keep his mouth shut. "So uh..what are you? Can't say I've seen anything like you runnin' around before."
Flawless. Truly.
But even Sett had to look up at K.P., and was admittedly dwarfed by the bugbear. Despite that, he was rather endeared by how gruff the thing looked. It had seen battle, or at least worse days than this, based on that weird mug alone.
B. Likewise as Sett laid eyes on Manji, his clothing was familiar, the make of his weapons familiar. These were things known to Sett, vaguely, and so Sett regarded him with an air of solemnity creeping underneath his casual demeanor. Like he knew why Manji's eyes were set the way they were, why his lips were set in that shape. Why his hands were thick and rough.
This man had seen things that Sett could grasp at a glance, unlike the foreign bugbear, whom he'd no idea how to read, but intrigued him all the same.
Sett's arms crossed over his chest, his head tilted upwards briefly to gesture towards the sword--be it on Manji's person at the time, or safely tucked away in his room, both men knew Sett had seen it just as plainly as Sett's ears could be seen at any time atop his head.
"You got a name for that blade? You ain't gotta share, but. Hey." He shrugged and rolled his neck to one side. "'Better ice-breaker for roommates than just sayin' hello."
C. Sett is usually the first one in the shared bathroom. Why? He likes long, hot showers, and hoarding all the hot water. How much hot water there was or wasn't had long since stopped being a concern of his back home, and he damn sure wasn't going to go back to worrying about something that fucking trivial.
If his flatmates didn't like it and tried to approach him, well, he'd yank the towel off his waist to show his bare ass and flip whomever the bird just before closing the bathroom door behind him. And locking it.
If it escalated from there, the half-breed Vastayan had no problem baring his fangs and growling at them.
A corner of his lips would curdle up into a snarl, his ears would stand upright and alert, and the tendons along the back of his hands tightened. "YEAH? You wanna make somethin' of it?
"'You wanna shower first so bad, get your punk ass outta bed before me, or get over it." Sett didn't yell. He didn't particularly need to yell. He had a way of sharpening his voice. Hardening it. He wielded it like a familiar, seasoned weapon alongside the gleam of his fangs and the threat of his clawed fists.
Sett was a man that was willing to throw down, bare-fucking-naked, over something quite trivial.
Should Rue walk into the scene before things escalated past Sett throwing his weight around, he'd snort, quickly throw the towel over himself and apologize to her with his ears pinning back. But his apology would only be addressed to her. Should she happen to walk in once any possible fights started, he wouldn't notice her right away.
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When: November 1st - 10th
Where: ADI headquarters, ADI apartments
Summary: Sett's arrival and introductions to his new surroundings.
Warnings: Swearing, mild violence. Drug mention. Mild nudity(nothing explicit).
Who: Sett, anyone else who chimes in
Username: TheBoss
Warnings: N/A
Man this place is wild. These phones? Looks like a Piltie toy I need to get my hands on. I'd kill to have somethin this convenient back home. Would've saved a lotta time, that's for sure. Knowin how to write a new language outta nowhere, and this whole apocalypse business? Sounds pretty bad. Even worse since I guess I'm stuck here with it now too.
Ma's gonna be worried sick.
Anyway, while I'm figurin all of this out, what's all this feast business I'm hearing about? Thanks somethin. I guess thanks for not bein murked by that black mist outbreak or the Harrowing?
Oh yeah, adi's got me on security detail, but if anyone knows where I can get some odd jobs for money on the side, I'd appreciate it. And better drinks than the cheap shit they sell at the canteen.
Arrival.
It doesn't matter so much that the hulking figure of a man popped into existence somewhere in the expansive compound, halfway through a sentence, twirling a brass knuckle around one of his finger. It didn't matter that he stood there for a moment, dumb-founded, wondering if he just died, got drugged and was in the midst of some wild hallucination, or if that Black Mist was back to fuck with him specifically. A couple of people stopped what they were doing to look at him.
And he looked at them.
And they looked at him. And he looked at them. And they made some calls to some people on a little tablet.
He tried asking questions in common Ionian, in Navoran, in Va-Noxian, and even Ur-Noxian, but none of it stuck. They just pointed to a chair and he knew well enough it was in his best interests right now to just sit the fuck down and make sure he wasn't losing his fucking mind.
Things just got weirder from that point on.
Characters are welcome to approach Sett as they like, but at this point, communication is largely limited to playing games of charades.
Characters that speak east-asian languages will pick up on familiar syllables, intonations, and some-odd words here and there when Sett speaks, and Sett will likewise pick up on the same amount from them as well, but grammatical variations make it nigh impossible to communicate past saying a word or two, then reverting back to an optimistic use of charades.
Casual after-hours.
Sett's been going through the ringer.
After the headache that is an entirely new language and all of its nuances slamming into his exhausted brain like a fuck-truck, the crash-course of learning about the technology here, the apocalyptic situation in this world, and getting ferried around to get all kinds of paperwork and accommodations and tours over and done with, he's irritable and exhausted at most hours of the day.
Given his set of skills, Sett begrudgingly accepted the grunt work of security. It was money, but it was just one more headache.
He was scheduled to shadow some man fresh off the line to learn the ins-and-outs of the department, so on occasion, characters might see a uniformed Sett cruising the grounds with a dark-haired NPC. Sometimes he's attentive, but most of the time he's a combination of bored, irritated, and a million miles away. Characters are just as likely to note that Sett has a tendency to roll up the sleeves of the coat of his uniform or leave the collar wide open, and he's constantly being chastised for it.
Should characters wish to interrupt him while on duty, the accompanying NPC might be thrilled to have Sett taken off of his hands, what with how Sett makes it pretty clear he has no interest in listening to what he has to say and shows a general insubordination. Sett, meanwhile, will give any interrupting characters due attention, but the bored scowl on his face demands that they make it worth his time, because he doesn't want to go from one asinine lecture to another.
Should a character instead come across him after his shift, they might find the beast-man sitting near a window in the canteen, enjoying the waning hours of sunlight. He'll still have his work clothes on, save the jacket will be thrown over the back of his chair or sprawled on the round table he's sitting at, revealing that the shirt he's wearing underneath have the sleeves ripped off, and the top few buttons undone. It was freedom enough.
His other arm was stretched comfortably beside a notepad, pencil in hand, with scribbles and lists written in a language that was almost Japanese, almost Chinese, almost Sanskrit, and almost Korean all at once. To the other side of the notepad was a cold bottle of beer that was about half-gone at this point. To anyone paying attention to that small detail, it was safe to guess that, while perhaps tired and frazzled(as all new arrivals were sure to be), the warm hum of alcohol in his system was likely enough to put him in an amicable enough mood to be approached and welcomed moreso to this new reality.
Granted, with that five o'clock shadow, hard-edged features, and the glimmer of scar tissue scattered all over his arms--not to mention that big one all across his nose and cheeks--he had a pretty intimidating figure. But then, something about appearances being deceiving and all. Or maybe they weren't deceiving? Who knew. Your character wouldn't until they approach him!
And they were roommates... - Locked to Manji, K.P., and Rue.
A.Sett was assigned to the C-block of apartments, down on the first floor. Which was well enough, and would make it much easier to sneak in and out past this ridiculous curfew. But that wouldn't become an issue yet. Sett was far too exhausted from the onslaught of classes and tutorials and orientations to really stay up that late for now.
All he knew was that he was put in a room with--
"Yo." The very first time he laid eyes on the gargantuan furry...thing with no pants on, he wasn't going to keep his mouth shut. "So uh..what are you? Can't say I've seen anything like you runnin' around before."
Flawless. Truly.
But even Sett had to look up at K.P., and was admittedly dwarfed by the bugbear. Despite that, he was rather endeared by how gruff the thing looked. It had seen battle, or at least worse days than this, based on that weird mug alone.
B. Likewise as Sett laid eyes on Manji, his clothing was familiar, the make of his weapons familiar. These were things known to Sett, vaguely, and so Sett regarded him with an air of solemnity creeping underneath his casual demeanor. Like he knew why Manji's eyes were set the way they were, why his lips were set in that shape. Why his hands were thick and rough.
This man had seen things that Sett could grasp at a glance, unlike the foreign bugbear, whom he'd no idea how to read, but intrigued him all the same.
Sett's arms crossed over his chest, his head tilted upwards briefly to gesture towards the sword--be it on Manji's person at the time, or safely tucked away in his room, both men knew Sett had seen it just as plainly as Sett's ears could be seen at any time atop his head.
"You got a name for that blade? You ain't gotta share, but. Hey." He shrugged and rolled his neck to one side. "'Better ice-breaker for roommates than just sayin' hello."
C. Sett is usually the first one in the shared bathroom. Why? He likes long, hot showers, and hoarding all the hot water. How much hot water there was or wasn't had long since stopped being a concern of his back home, and he damn sure wasn't going to go back to worrying about something that fucking trivial.
If his flatmates didn't like it and tried to approach him, well, he'd yank the towel off his waist to show his bare ass and flip whomever the bird just before closing the bathroom door behind him. And locking it.
If it escalated from there, the half-breed Vastayan had no problem baring his fangs and growling at them.
A corner of his lips would curdle up into a snarl, his ears would stand upright and alert, and the tendons along the back of his hands tightened. "YEAH? You wanna make somethin' of it?
"'You wanna shower first so bad, get your punk ass outta bed before me, or get over it." Sett didn't yell. He didn't particularly need to yell. He had a way of sharpening his voice. Hardening it. He wielded it like a familiar, seasoned weapon alongside the gleam of his fangs and the threat of his clawed fists.
Sett was a man that was willing to throw down, bare-fucking-naked, over something quite trivial.
Should Rue walk into the scene before things escalated past Sett throwing his weight around, he'd snort, quickly throw the towel over himself and apologize to her with his ears pinning back. But his apology would only be addressed to her. Should she happen to walk in once any possible fights started, he wouldn't notice her right away.
D. Wildcard. Feel free to tag Sett with anything!
Open Post
If you have anything you would like to thread with Sett but it doesn't fall under one of the prompts, feel free to throw your own at me!
If you're uncertain, feel free to DM this journal, or hmu on discord(Cirrus #3810), and we can discuss thread details there!
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His face went through a whole flurry of emotions - displeasure, regret, and then perhaps, just a touch of friendly acceptance. And his ears, just as adorably expressive as Hob's, went just as wild, pinning back as that guilt hit his eyes, his whole expression going a touch softer in his shame before he was inviting the owlbear inside.
For just a moment, Rue stood frozen at the open doorway, gazing inside after Sett's retreating form, a touch uncertain how to proceed. By all the rules of respectability they've been raised with, an unwed fey such as them going unsupervised into a gentlemen's dorm would cause an absolute scandal. To be honest, they shouldn't even be over here to see Hob, much less the other two men who resided here. Back in Faerie, the rumors would spread, their social standing would tank, and they'd be shooing away the scandal for weeks.
But they aren't in Faerie anymore, and as strange as this place still felt to them, Rue has come to realize that nothing here was anywhere near as strict as where they'd come from. And besides, they'd already absconded from their court with their oath-breaking goblin lover, could strolling into a simple apartment space really hurt their social standing much more than that?
With a soft hooting sigh and a careful ruffle of feathers, Rue stepped inside to follow Sett - their movements all graceful elegance for their size, especially when having to duck their head in order to clear the door frame. It may not seem like it considering Hob's aura of intimidation against Rue's softness, but the owlbear easily has a few inches on the man in height.
"Thank you for the invitation. How foolish I must look to you, coming over here completely unannounced. I -" Their head tipped down with a soft touch of shyness, long lashes fluttering. "I only wanted to surprise Hob. But I see now that I really should have checked with him first. That being said, I truly do appreciate your generous welcome. Please, don't let me interrupt your routine. I'm certain Hob will be returned shortly."
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While he understood that there were spaces between male and female, given his spiritual heritage and culture, they had an effeminate softness to them that still had Sett minding his manners. It was something likely gentle, but he knew better than to ever think it delicate or fragile. Or perhaps, maybe, it was? Sett didn't know. He'd seen the angle played before, though, to lower the guards of others many-a time. He had fallen prey to it, himself, too.
Whatever it was, Sett had yet to suss it out, but he wasn't in much of a hurry. One's true colors would always peek through eventually, and he felt confident enough in himself to handle the situation, whatever it turned out to be. Until then, he wasn't going to impose himself where he wasn't wanted by others who were just minding their own business. That included keeping his personal bubble to himself, and minding Rue's bubble.
He would, however, chuckle at how they depreciated theirself over something so small to him.
"What are you talkin' about?" He closed the door behind them, and crossed to the kitchen to set his dish and cutlery down on the table.
"I mean--alright, I guess it ain't really done if you wanna be old fashioned about it." The chopsticks clattered lightly against the porcelain ware, leaving his hands free to raise and jazz at either of his sides for emphasis before opening up a cabinet over the counter.
"But look, it's just a thing you do. You wanna be near 'em." His grin was lopsided and toothy, not that Rue could see it, but for the record, that's what it was. "You don't look foolish or whatever, you just look like you care."
Sett spoke louder just in case it was harder to hear him talking into an open cabinet, or to hear him over the gentle clink of dishes as he rummaged for just the right thing.
"Anyway. If I didn't want ya interruptin' my routine, I wouldn't have let you in in the first place. Trust me." He pulled down a clear glass. It wasn't...meant to hold flowers, but they could make it work.
"Here, let's get those flowers some water. And if you're hungry, eat. I'll get you a bowl down. I'm used to cookin' for me and ma, so it's weird not cooking extra."
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Sett may not necessarily mean to, but his words hit Rue right in the chest, something soft and warm and lovely blossoming within them. It was all true, of course, that beyond the veil of polite society, Rue had simply done what they'd done out of care for the former Major. But for another to not only see the love between them but to actually acknowledge its existence? It was so unheard of back where Rue was from. These things were simply just not spoken of.
So it felt more than a little nice to have Rue's relationship with Hob so validated in such an open, casual way. Something stated as simple fact, instead of watching it be brushed under the rug. Not for the first time in their life, Rue was blessedly grateful for the feathers that covered up their soft blush.
"Thank you, my dear. That was exceptionally well said and - well - quite true. I do. I do care. He is very important to me."
Maybe it wasn't a true vase, but Rue had more than enough practice in making whatever they had available work for them.
"I must thank you for this as well." Taking the glass, Rue set to work, filling it at the sink with just enough water before gazing down at their new dress and using a sharp talon to delicately slice off one of the soft teal ribbons running down the bodice. With surprising ease considering their claws, Rue tied off a perfect bow around the middle of the new vase, before fluffing the flowers around to a most desirable effect. At Sett's generous offer for food, as well as that little sweet tidbit about his mother, their head turned a little owlishly towards him, warmth reflected in their big, dark eyes.
"You made all of this? Truly? I didn't realize you had such skill in the kitchen. I could certainly learn a thing or two from you, hm? But that is quite generous of you. Forgive my forward question, but did your mother teach you? I hear that is a skill that is quite often passed from parent to child on this plane."
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He couldn't help the way he smiled at that moment. The scene was so familiar. A gentle voice, a gentle face, a gentle heart. Maybe it wasn't. But he didn't want to think about that at the moment. He was missing home, was worrying about his assistants, his mother--and they reminded him of her in some ways. Or maybe some subconscious part of him was just looking for her here so he didn't feel so alone.
They looked at him, though, and he caught himself in that moment. His ears pricked up to attention and his lips pursed into a tight line. Sett seemed to recollect himself, and nodded at them with a flick of his wrist.
"Nah, I don't mind.
"But yeah, she taught me everything I know." His grin was toothy and playfully cocky, as if he wasn't lost in some other moment just a bit ago. "Cookin', cleanin', sewin', how to take care of troublemakers. I can do a bit of gardening and that stuff, too." His arms folded over his chest and his head tilted--just so--thoughtfully to one side. "So uh..hope you don't mind, but did yours not teach you anything like that?"
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Though not quite able to smile with a beak, there would be no missing the way Rue's smile shone in their big eyes at him. "Though I must admit, I am most intrigued by the lessons in how to take care of troublemakers. I feel that is a subject I could most benefit from."
Sett's question doesn't cause any offense, but the subject was just a little tricky. They were an awakened beast, after all. Rue's kind was never meant to gain sentience, to talk and walk and develop passions or drape themselves in fine clothing. Owlbears were so much more wild than that, ferocious animals who hunted in mated pairs, who would run the forest on all fours, who would much rather roll in the mud than to stop and delicately smell the flowers, like Rue was tipping their head down to do now.
"Oh, well -" One last little flourish and Rue was done, setting the completed vase out on the countertop in the kitchen, a splash of color and the subtle scent of floral wafting through the room. They turned their body fully to face Sett, clawed hands coming to grasp lightly in front of them. There was no hurt or sadness in their words, their tone completely light and conversational.
"I never knew mine. I mean, I must have, I suppose, but I was so young when we were separated. I do not remember her. Or any of my family. I was -" The pause as they considered their words was brief, but telling. "- taken in by my former court as a cub and find that I have lived a rather pampered life since. Most of the upper members were never taught to cook, we had lesser fairies who did that for us. There was never a reason for any of us to learn, though I'm now realizing what a detriment that was."
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"Yeah, she's a good woman. I was a handful." He laughed easily at his younger self. "But she did it all by herself, even when there won't anything to go around." His shoulders rolled and his chin tilted up. He puffed up ever so subtly, coming into himself instead of the slouched, more relaxed way he had been standing around.
It was nice in an unexpected way to get to talk about her. But he was equally relieved when the subject of their conversation moved forward. As much as he relished the moment, it was too precious of a thing to bare to others.
"Ah." He grunted and a corner of his lips curled into a gruff sneer at he thought.
"I mean I can teach you how to defend yourself if you really need it, but it looks like your mate's pretty capable. I don't wanna step on toes."
But he gave them a look down and up, then shrugged and headed back to the table to scoop up his bowl in a palm. "Yeah, work is a mark of bein' poor, and nobles can't have an honest days work sullyin' their reputations or anything. Probably why they didn't teach you. But it happens--you ever wanna surprise the old major with a meal, I'll be happy to help."
Normally he was far less patient with the privileged, but. Well. Being kidnapped shed a whole different light on it, so he let it go, and dug his chopsticks into his bowl to take a bite and continue with his breakfast between replies. Sett was a hungry lad.
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"I have no doubt that she is very proud of you, whether you were a handful or otherwise. It warms my heart to hear you speak so kindly of her. I hope that whatever force has brought all of us to this place reunites the both of you soon."
So much of this land remained a mystery to Rue, but they have full faith in love always pulling through in the end. No force on this plane could keep Sett and his mother apart for very long. They know this to be true.
"Ah, both you and Hob are of the same mind, I see. He has already asked for my consent to being taught how to defend myself. We shall see how that goes."
With the flowers perfectly arranged and Sett now digging into his breakfast, Rue swept gracefully from the kitchen to find a suitable place to sit out in the living area, smoothing out their skirt delicately around their legs once settled. Without missing a beat, their attention jumped immediately back to the young man at his casual, but so very generous suggestion, a soft trilling sound falling from Rue's beak at the surprise.
"Truly? You would offer your time to teach me?" Favors shared in the fey world are not given so freely. Rue was used to every offer coming with a price. "I admit, I'd very much like to learn a skill like that for Hob, to create something with my own claws that would provide a little more benefit to him than simply being pretty. Being able to make him a meal all of my own, why - I would appreciate that very much, my dear. And I could pay you for your time, of course."
A beat, just a moment, before they add, "Or perhaps return the favor? My skill set may not suit your tastes, but if you needed an event thrown together or a room redecorated or even a different set of clothes to the ones found in the local shops, I'd be more than happy to return your generosity."
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"Yeah, she's proud of me. I work pretty hard to keep it that way, too. I'm not gonna quit 'til I figure out a way home--she won't do so well here, and honestly? I hate bein' the little man again, takin' orders from people halfway scared of me."
The sounds they made were pretty cute and endearing. He could see why Hob took such a shine to her. Sett, meanwhile, was comfortable sitting on the arm of the couch nearby Rue. Far enough away to give them space, but close enough for comfortable conversation. He'd completely forgotten about needing to get dressed amidst said conversation, and seemed far more comfortable like this anyway. Sett wasn't a very proper man.
"'Course I will, cutie." He winked at her with a playful grin. "If you really wanna pay me back, how about we go out an pick up some clothes and stuff together? I can patch clothes, but ma did the real sewin'. We can make matchin outfits or somethin'.
"Plus, I need to pick up some stationary for later."
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"Well! I'd be most happy to help you with any sewing you may need, then. Please let me know anytime, dear Sett. And perhaps a little shopping trip between the two of us and Hob would be most pleasing. I imagine the two of us could bully him into matching too, even if it's not his usual style."
Their attention perked up at the mention of stationary. "You are the first in this place that I've heard who wanted to write real letters. Most seem to rely on their phones for all communications. I've recently picked some up at a darling shop in town. I'd be happy to show you there."