...I don't get it. But, whatever. [While he could be difficult and obtuse at times, Estarossa saw no need to conceal his confusion in that case. Still, he paid attention to the little gesture G11 made when she pointed at the gun's pieces, figuring it out--or so he thought. He hefted the gun in his free hand, holding it by its obvious handle. He saw her handling it before, so it wasn't too strange to figure out the basics of how to put his hand on it. Still, the mystery behind it was still immense.
He didn't feel any difference between having her on his back versus holding the gun, turning it over in his hand before taking a quick glance back at her. Her head was buried in the back of his hair, prompting a smile out of him for a totally different reason--
Estarossa wondered if Zeldris would ever want to get a piggy-back ride from him. Maybe he would appreciate his big brother giving him the chance for a little hug like that. Or, maybe... Zeldris would get confused and gut him for showing strange sentimentality like that.
He'd definitely suggest it later.]
Do what you want, as long as I get to play with this thing a bit...
[He hadn't gotten far. His darkness rose up along his shoulders and spread out in the form of wings--letting him glide softly to the sands below. He couldn't muster the strength to fly but they still held up to let him slow down at least. Truth be told, it was more because he didn't want to break a leg rather than wanting to make sure G11 was safe--
That said, his carelessness showed as he pointed the gun at a dead monster on the sands that hadn't been cut up yet and pulled the trigger.]
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He didn't feel any difference between having her on his back versus holding the gun, turning it over in his hand before taking a quick glance back at her. Her head was buried in the back of his hair, prompting a smile out of him for a totally different reason--
Estarossa wondered if Zeldris would ever want to get a piggy-back ride from him. Maybe he would appreciate his big brother giving him the chance for a little hug like that. Or, maybe... Zeldris would get confused and gut him for showing strange sentimentality like that.
He'd definitely suggest it later.]
Do what you want, as long as I get to play with this thing a bit...
[He hadn't gotten far. His darkness rose up along his shoulders and spread out in the form of wings--letting him glide softly to the sands below. He couldn't muster the strength to fly but they still held up to let him slow down at least. Truth be told, it was more because he didn't want to break a leg rather than wanting to make sure G11 was safe--
That said, his carelessness showed as he pointed the gun at a dead monster on the sands that hadn't been cut up yet and pulled the trigger.]