[ He has little problems with hooking his arm together with Wriothesley, well aware of the physical protection the man provides, one that he's more than willing to take advantage of. He'd had quite enough seagulls for one day, and not nearly enough Wriothesley. A tentacle also sneaks its way out of Kleken's sleeve to wind its way along the other man's bicep, nestling comfortably on his shoulder without a care in the world. ]
[ Each tidbit of information he's given is eagerly consumed and stored away, a part of him pleasantly surprised at how cleanly and concisely the information is provided. It's satisfying to be able to listen to how easily he recounts the various scenarios that have happened, and brushes up against that thought of just how nice it'd be if his coworkers back home were anywhere near as competent. Alas, just another dream in this odd dream-like world. ]
[ He glances over at the comment, giving his best predatory smile in response. ]
A shame. Perhaps they thought it for the best?
[ Which was rude to Kleken specifically, honestly. ]
no subject
[ Each tidbit of information he's given is eagerly consumed and stored away, a part of him pleasantly surprised at how cleanly and concisely the information is provided. It's satisfying to be able to listen to how easily he recounts the various scenarios that have happened, and brushes up against that thought of just how nice it'd be if his coworkers back home were anywhere near as competent. Alas, just another dream in this odd dream-like world. ]
[ He glances over at the comment, giving his best predatory smile in response. ]
A shame. Perhaps they thought it for the best?
[ Which was rude to Kleken specifically, honestly. ]