(hehe, I'm happy to provide! I hope I do the goodest boy justice)
[bright green meets intense blue, and he's taken... only a little aback by the showmanship and exaggeration. this man certainly lacks not a shred of audacity, indeed.
he reminds him of some of the idol groups from those years ago, boisterous and entertaining in a way he doesn't think he ever could be. someone fair, he says, and it turns that smile a little more shy. Olivine is... getting more used to such assertions, but it's still embarrassing sometimes. delicate fingers take his proffered wrist to take a look.
it doesn't take much more than a glance at the Watch to understand what's going on—as expected, the resort continues to take no prisoners, as it were. well, or tries to take prisoners, maybe? anyway. the priest releases him then, humming softly.]
I see. It's... certainly more like coercion here, more often than not. I'm glad it doesn't seem to have dampened your spirit any, though—and the pillory is more or less exactly what it sounds like.
[Baptiste's gaze doesn't seem to bother him too much either, and he's soothed more by a returned smile. if he didn't want to be looked at, he... probably would have chosen a different outfit. probably.]
Oh— [he's about to answer when the taller man leans in closer, eyes widening just a touch. there's no fear there, just a touch of surprise in his gaze. should he be surprised? doesn't matter. then his eyes squeeze closed with the following smile, just briefly.] I would be happy to assist however I can, yes. Have you collected any of them yet?
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[bright green meets intense blue, and he's taken... only a little aback by the showmanship and exaggeration. this man certainly lacks not a shred of audacity, indeed.
he reminds him of some of the idol groups from those years ago, boisterous and entertaining in a way he doesn't think he ever could be. someone fair, he says, and it turns that smile a little more shy. Olivine is... getting more used to such assertions, but it's still embarrassing sometimes. delicate fingers take his proffered wrist to take a look.
it doesn't take much more than a glance at the Watch to understand what's going on—as expected, the resort continues to take no prisoners, as it were. well, or tries to take prisoners, maybe? anyway. the priest releases him then, humming softly.]
I see. It's... certainly more like coercion here, more often than not. I'm glad it doesn't seem to have dampened your spirit any, though—and the pillory is more or less exactly what it sounds like.
[Baptiste's gaze doesn't seem to bother him too much either, and he's soothed more by a returned smile. if he didn't want to be looked at, he... probably would have chosen a different outfit. probably.]
Oh— [he's about to answer when the taller man leans in closer, eyes widening just a touch. there's no fear there, just a touch of surprise in his gaze. should he be surprised? doesn't matter. then his eyes squeeze closed with the following smile, just briefly.] I would be happy to assist however I can, yes. Have you collected any of them yet?