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Guy Cecil's Heart

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Am I supposed to bow? I like your rabbit thing.

"A bow, from such a cute, innocent face, possessing of such fine taste as to appreciate the charm of my rappigs? Of course."

*FINE I GUESS I WILL BOW A BIT TO YOUR WEIRD HEART EMPEROR WITH HIS WEIRD HEART RAPPIGS

can't be a bad dude if you've got him up in your True Heart*

Please don't encourage that.

I could bow to you too if you wanted. I guess that'd be a lot weirder though.

*:|a...*

Look, can I help with anything? Cleaning up or repairs or...whatever's needed...I don't know.

... [he smiles and muffs his hair]

No thanks. Besides, this humble servant is better suited to bowing to you.

You do help, a lot. Geez. There's a you in there that's reinforcing the whole place. Though I don't mind you looking around.

No way, don't bow to me! That's weirdest!

*r-recovery*

Doesn't mean I can't help more . . . hmmmf. And you could've just said you still liked 'Faith,' you know.

[seems amused :x]

Hmm? Mithos is fine.

Peony chirps up helpfully again. "Our young noble here can't help his instincts after you so boldly laid your claim."

"..."

. . .

*just reaches up and squishes Guy's face between both hands a bit ><*

What are you doing? Oi-- Are you actually listening to that idiot?

I dunno!

But why would telling you I wouldn't ever leave you merit bowing anyway? It's just the truth! Dummy...

Well, that's usually the way of things. I am a servant at heart after all. I'll always be Dawn's, but you and Fetch made quite a bid.

*h-hmph /// thinks a bit*

Is there anywhere in here I could make you something? Maybe not right this minute, but before I go.

You want to make something, huh? You know you have a whole station. And there's something else you may want to see, in my workshop.

Okay, I'll go look. Where's that?

It's the door to the east, it's pretty sturdy.

Gotcha.

*tugs his hair affectionately, offers Peony a smile, and then heads over there*

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