[ kuja isn't so certain. a crease forms between his brows, pale eyes distant, but guarded. for all kuja loves to talk, he appears to have become suddenly tight-lipped. he has no experience with this. with.. feeling anything at all past madness, pride, vanity, vengeance. these softer things, these more painful things are new and strange, and kuja doesn't seem particularly keen on spilling his heart.
so instead he straightens a bit, clears his throat and frowns disdainfully at the dusty quilt over his legs, plucking idly at a stray thread with long fingers. ]
You could have at least brought me back to my palace. I don't think this blanket has been washed in months.
right, it's such a great game.
[ kuja isn't so certain. a crease forms between his brows, pale eyes distant, but guarded. for all kuja loves to talk, he appears to have become suddenly tight-lipped. he has no experience with this. with.. feeling anything at all past madness, pride, vanity, vengeance. these softer things, these more painful things are new and strange, and kuja doesn't seem particularly keen on spilling his heart.
so instead he straightens a bit, clears his throat and frowns disdainfully at the dusty quilt over his legs, plucking idly at a stray thread with long fingers. ]
You could have at least brought me back to my palace. I don't think this blanket has been washed in months.