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You really were very worried about it, huh. [Sorey knew that Mikleo was determined to get stronger, but he didn't know it weighed so heavily on him. Acquiring new skills was kind of their hobby growing up but this is different.] But you're already so strong, Mikleo. You've always been the stronger of the both of us, anyway.

We had different strengths back then, and things have changed. After we became Shepherd and sub lord, we both had to step up our game.

[There's a lot more riding on them now than when it was just about competing over who would do what chore, or who got to keep a cool artifact they found while exploring.]

The others had years and years to learn their techniques and build their strength. And it's the duty of a sub lord to support you and Lailah. I wasn't going to be the one to slow us down.

[He's not going to admit it, but it was a lot of pressure, though most of it was self-inflicted.]

You've done more to keep me on the path of the Shepard than anybody. Including Lailah. [Sorey stares at the shrine, not really seeing it for the objects.] Not to say that she isn't invaluable as the Prime Lord, or as our friend. Or that nobody else is either, but... you're the one I think about when I feel like I might not be able to do this.

[Sorey looks back over at Mikleo seriously.] I understand that you want strength just as much as we both need it, but don't underestimate the strength you give me just by being with me. That's all.

[Sorey

Sorey

Your sincerity is going to be the death of him one day. Mikleo leans back a bit, quietly taking in Sorey's words, his tone, the expression on his face. It's a comfort, as it so often is, to hear that simple, earnest reassurance that yes, his contribution does matter. And it wouldn't be enough, of course, to just be an emotional pillar- he'd needed the sub lord position in order to achieve his own goals, and strengthening Sorey in his usual way could never be enough. He'd probably have become a hellion and even more of a liability, if he were to be honest. Becoming stronger was only one piece of the puzzle.

This helps, though. It helps a lot. And there's plenty he could say in response.

What he does is reach out and give Sorey's side a little shove, tilting him sideways.]

Your foot's going to fall asleep again.

[do you have ESP because literally he just noticed the pins and needles

Sorey goes ahead and falls onto his hip, grabbing for his foot and rubbing it.] Ow owww... I can make it longer! That's a record. That was what, at least fifteen minutes, right? [try ten buddy]

[he does spend a lot of time in your head, bro]

Not even close. Your old record's what, 11 and a half? I think you need more training.

C'mon! This isn't a necessary skill...I mean, we have more important things to concentrate on, right? [LOOK OKAY JUST LISTEN.......sitting still could even be considered DETRIMENTAL to proper Sheparding...right.....]

Right, right. We have to work on your concentration skills, too. We can double up the training, do both at once.

[He stands up, dusting his pants off absently and offering a hand out to help Sorey up.]

Mikleeooo....... [whining always works

okay no it doesn't but a boy can dream]

[Well.

Mikleo hauls him up, then sets his hands on his hips, brow quirking up.]

Coming? I might just make some ice cream.

[Sometimes whining helps, a little. If only to give Mikleo incentive to make it stop.]

Do I have to kneel for it? [like he wouldn't, look at this face. he'd do anything for it.]

Hmm... I'll decide on the way.

[This could be an implied invitation to convince him one way or another.]

[okay well if you're gonna be like that, how about he kneels right here in the corridor and takes your hand in his like some old timey knight] Oh Lord Mikleo! Ruler of rivers and lakes. Please bestow upon me, a lowly mortal, your blessing of ice cream and cakes!

[Oh my god, what.]

Be advised, mortal Shepherd, a blessing cannot be granted without sufficient offering to the protector seraph of the realm!

[Two can play at this game!!]

[thinks.

springs to his feet and holds out a hand.] One moment, my lord. [rushes back into the prayer room and returns a moment later with the snowglobe in his hands, kneeling and bowing his head, lifting it up in silent offering.]

[....

....

....]

The Lord Mikleo is displeased by this paltry offering. No cakes.

What?! But it's so cute... [pouts at it before he thinks again.] Well I don't have much else worth enough to be a gift...oh! [grins and grabs Mikleo's hand again] I offer up my body.

[what

WHAT]

What are you talking about!?

[He leans back, colour blossoming on his cheeks. How can he just up and say things like that, good grief.]

[things like what, what r u freakin' out about] You know, as your vessel! So you don't have to walk on the way back to the Huntress. I mean, unless you want to walk.

[....

this

pure

idiot

Mikleo exhales with a huff and snatches his hand free, resting it on his hip instead.]

I like walking! Anyway, if I were to choose a vessel for myself, it would be much more elegant.

Wh- Mikleo! C'mon. That hurts my heart. [still manages to stand up tho]

You've got the heart of a horse, you can handle the truth.

[Is that a compliment? It's probably a compliment, right?]

...doesn't having the heart of a horse usually mean you're physically strong? I mean, horses are actually very delicate. They spook easily. [this punk]

Hmm.

[Mikleo glances over at him, sizing him up carefully for a long moment.]

...Yeah, I stand by my words. That sounds just like you.

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