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Emet-Selch ([personal profile] unsundered) wrote 2020-02-27 02:50 am (UTC)

I'll pour as much as I can down her throat, I assure you.

[The Ascian never had much of an appetite, honestly; the soup would be safely delivered to its intended recipient. But what was that smile for, Tataru...? It's not there long enough for him to think much of it, especially when she starts naming things for him to do.

Which gets a frown out of him, for all that he basically signed up for this. Later on, Tataru, you can appreciate getting an Ascian to fetch and move things for you. So he only sighs, heading in the direction of the kitchen, still walking with a slight limp.]


I imagine living in places not made for those of your stature becomes tiresome quite quickly. ...Though the miqo'te also have a problem with the tallest shelves, so you're not alone.

[Had he pushed things to the back of the Exarch's highest cabinets out of sheer pettiness? Yes. But now he's using his Tall Powers for good, finding the aforementioned jars and plucking them from their lofty perches. Setting them on the countertop for now, he assumes Tataru could decide on her own where she wanted them to end up.]

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