[ The Left Arm of Steel has always been in a state of disuse, as if plucked from the trash. Inventory destined for disposal is, presumably, scrutinized less when Krat's landfills overflow with discarded puppets and outdated technology. It works, and that's what matters.
This is hardly the first time Eiden has been hurled from the familiar into another world, and yet he proves his resilience each time. Even under the influence of what Pinocchio presumes is the House's meddling, whether through some hidden substance in the air, in their food or drink, or some other invisible source, he still remains calm in extraordinary circumstances, he still spares a thought for others.
He has a good heart. Like Wriothesley and Sasuke. They show their colors, too, in different ways, but the theme of kindness unites them. ]
This? [ Aware that he is that Eiden is a kind-hearted person, it still surprises him that he asks, Pinocchio glances at his prosthesis, closing and opening his metal fist, ] It's fine, [ is a lie, but not one that hides anything important. He does pause to answer his question with a sincere: ] ...Thank you.
[ It's much cooler inside the cabin, thanks in part to deep shade and the artificial sea breeze sweeping in through its veiled windows. Beads of condensation cling to a pitcher full of water, ice, and slices of colorful fruit, waiting to refresh visitors taking shelter from the simulated sunshine. The agitation is there in Pinocchio's now more experienced eyes, the way Eiden twitches shut the door with the urgency of the frustrated. He's been there more times than he cares to count.
...The House must want his return to arrive, quite literally, with a bang. It's sympathy for the unique agony of need and desire that makes his heart go out to the man, not a sense of obligation.
He reaches for Eiden's elbow, drags his hand to his wrist as he pulls him further into the room with him, ] More importantly, you're having trouble focusing, Eiden. [ He stops drawing him along until they're nearly nose to nose. He had intended to tell him more — about the little he knows when there's so much more that he doesn't — not drag him here to collect another card, and yet, knowing how much one can suffer (and he has suffered) in abstinence, he can't bear to see Eiden in any degree of anguish. ]
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This is hardly the first time Eiden has been hurled from the familiar into another world, and yet he proves his resilience each time. Even under the influence of what Pinocchio presumes is the House's meddling, whether through some hidden substance in the air, in their food or drink, or some other invisible source, he still remains calm in extraordinary circumstances, he still spares a thought for others.
He has a good heart. Like Wriothesley and Sasuke. They show their colors, too, in different ways, but the theme of kindness unites them. ]
This? [ Aware that he is that Eiden is a kind-hearted person, it still surprises him that he asks, Pinocchio glances at his prosthesis, closing and opening his metal fist, ] It's fine, [ is a lie, but not one that hides anything important. He does pause to answer his question with a sincere: ] ...Thank you.
[ It's much cooler inside the cabin, thanks in part to deep shade and the artificial sea breeze sweeping in through its veiled windows. Beads of condensation cling to a pitcher full of water, ice, and slices of colorful fruit, waiting to refresh visitors taking shelter from the simulated sunshine. The agitation is there in Pinocchio's now more experienced eyes, the way Eiden twitches shut the door with the urgency of the frustrated. He's been there more times than he cares to count.
...The House must want his return to arrive, quite literally, with a bang. It's sympathy for the unique agony of need and desire that makes his heart go out to the man, not a sense of obligation.
He reaches for Eiden's elbow, drags his hand to his wrist as he pulls him further into the room with him, ] More importantly, you're having trouble focusing, Eiden. [ He stops drawing him along until they're nearly nose to nose. He had intended to tell him more — about the little he knows when there's so much more that he doesn't — not drag him here to collect another card, and yet, knowing how much one can suffer (and he has suffered) in abstinence, he can't bear to see Eiden in any degree of anguish. ]
Let me take care of you.