[Judgement]Keeper wrote: ↑Jun 06, 2023 1:46 pm Judgement
"Team Nightmaere are part of Intersection and are thus part of the rightful law of this land. If you want to chase after Sunder with a sword in your hand you're welcome to try (and find your singing voice)."
CB would put money on him being one of the STRONK ponies.
"Siana's verdict was a recruitment into a cause and community that she will be serving as atonement. And I will have you know that her family is under the protection of Absum himself. Which I know because I saw him slap her uncle with gods-damned lightning bolts like three times and he put a boon in my garden. So considering he let this happen after he stopped my patron from fixing any of their problems, this result has the blessing of Absum.
But much more importantly-"
Codebreaker leans forward, actually baring his teeth for the first time in Salt's experience.
"I don't like what you're implying about people with muzzles when you use that 'b' word."
Arne opens his mouth to object, which is quite a horrifying thing to witness as his mouth seems to be most of his face and has three jaws instead of the usual one, but he quickly closes it again with a wet snlap. "...Beside the point." Arne mutters, breaking eye contact with the wolfen and looking over Salt again.
What was Codebreaker even trying to imply was implied there, anyway? People with muzzles? Why would he have any problem with them? Some of his best friends had muzzles. Well, before they got eaten.
"...If Absum has blessed this judgment, then it is indeed not my place to object." Arne says finally. His neck twitches again as Jaahlyn answers her phone, but fortunately, his expression is unreadable through his helmet.
"...Well, good. Glad that's all settled, then." Salt lets out a little sigh and nods toward the car. "Should we get ready to go?"
"Before we do." Arne stops next to Salt and kneels down so that he's level with her eyes. "I... I believe this needs to not go unsaid. I still love you, Siana Ty-Maldwyn. I only want to do what is right by you."
"...You've been out of the loop for ten years. I don't think you know what's right by me." Salt replies evenly.
"Then it seems as though I have much to learn." Arne lets out a low, gurgling sound that might have passed for a chuckle in another life. "You have changed quite a bit since we last met. As have I. Perhaps we have... I believe the phrase is 'gotten off on the wrong foot'."
"Was that a cripple joke?" Salt raises an eyebrow.
"...No. No, of course not."
"Hm." Salt sighs. "...Is this your way of saying you want to stick around for a while?"
"If you will have me." Arne bows.
"...I don't have any place for you to stay. Not unless uncle Kyrie or Codebreaker wants to-"
"I would not dream of imposing. I have a room at a tavern in town."
"...Then fine, I guess." Salt nods. "But you have to promise you're not this much of an asshole all the time. Can you do that?"
"...Not this much, no."