[The particular shade of concern that rests on Getian's features is one Baptiste is well familiarized with. Doc would often wear a similar look whenever he finished treating Baptiste following their latest excursions. Granted, Baptiste meant what he said when reporting on whatever condition he felt he was in - but that didn't mean he was a reliable reporter. His own overconfidence and tendency to chase danger meant that it took a truly dire circumstance for him to even begin to admit that he couldn't continue.
The brief peek that Getian could have read from Baptiste's bones would share in some of that insight: a human body that had been patched together time and time again.
Yet any prying the miemeng bird manages flies under Baptiste's recognition - as the man is far too curious in piecing together what Getian is in the first place to notice.
And it is quite the relief to find that this bird bore not relation to the gull-headed men that were running amuck on the beach. A smile plays at Baptiste's lips. One leg rests on the ground while the other comes up so that he could wrap his arms around the leg and hold it. His head tilts before he slowly begins to nod.]
Right... right. Sorry about the confusion. Where I'm from we don't really get bird men as a norm. And if we do get some kind of bird hybrid it's rarely a good thing. [A pause.] But seeing as you'd pluck a guy - that you don't know, mind you - out a dangerous situation without a second thought... I can see that it was definitely a good thing today. So, thank you. It would've been a shame to die before even making it 24 hours-
[Does he know he would have survived such a fall? Absolutely not.]
I've met a few people in the same boat: Waking up in a beautiful beachside home, bullied by bird-faced guards, all of our personal effects mysteriously unaccounted for... and we're just supposed to uh. roll with it, I've heard. [Another pause of consideration before he leans forward, the tip of his tongue moving to wet his bottom lip.] So is that how you're choosing to roll with it? By saving menaces like me from a tumble? And... by avoiding the beach?
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The brief peek that Getian could have read from Baptiste's bones would share in some of that insight: a human body that had been patched together time and time again.
Yet any prying the miemeng bird manages flies under Baptiste's recognition - as the man is far too curious in piecing together what Getian is in the first place to notice.
And it is quite the relief to find that this bird bore not relation to the gull-headed men that were running amuck on the beach. A smile plays at Baptiste's lips. One leg rests on the ground while the other comes up so that he could wrap his arms around the leg and hold it. His head tilts before he slowly begins to nod.]
Right... right. Sorry about the confusion. Where I'm from we don't really get bird men as a norm. And if we do get some kind of bird hybrid it's rarely a good thing. [A pause.] But seeing as you'd pluck a guy - that you don't know, mind you - out a dangerous situation without a second thought... I can see that it was definitely a good thing today. So, thank you. It would've been a shame to die before even making it 24 hours-
[Does he know he would have survived such a fall? Absolutely not.]
I've met a few people in the same boat: Waking up in a beautiful beachside home, bullied by bird-faced guards, all of our personal effects mysteriously unaccounted for... and we're just supposed to uh. roll with it, I've heard. [Another pause of consideration before he leans forward, the tip of his tongue moving to wet his bottom lip.] So is that how you're choosing to roll with it? By saving menaces like me from a tumble? And... by avoiding the beach?