Not, like, just him, to be fair? Fuuta truly, genuinely hates this whole system. And not just because he's a lowly rank-two forcefully enlisted as a servant, forced to stand around waiting hand and foot on these uppity fuckers. It's more that this whole dumb system really does leave a foul aftertaste in his mouth, watching people act like they're sooooo high and mighty. And what, just because they got lucky and landed some high numbers? Just because they happened to get here at this timing? (And where was his lavish welcome when he ended up in this stupid place, huh?!)
Fuuta's actually been standing silently by Sylus's daybed for the past half-hour, obediently holding a huge palm frond in place to shade him from the bright overhead lights. Threats from the guards (both unspoken and overt) have taught him his place for now, but he's never been one to learn his lessons quickly or easily. And honestly, this guy's conduct really is gross enough that he can't hold his tongue forever.
So, as Sylus settles back into the plush cushions and that poor servant retreats, he might hear Fuuta give a quiet click of the tongue to himself and mutter under his breath, ]
Maybe that's the best you deserve, asshole. Let's see you do any better.
[ In typical cowardly fashion, he'd muttered it softly, hoping it would go unheard and unnoticed, convincing himself that that sneaky rebellion alone would be enough to claim that he hasn't truly succumbed to this tyrannical system. Too bad his timing was poor; there'd been a lull in the ambient noise just as he said it, and those words sure were audible to Sylus, given how close by Fuuta is standing. Whoopsie. ]
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Not, like, just him, to be fair? Fuuta truly, genuinely hates this whole system. And not just because he's a lowly rank-two forcefully enlisted as a servant, forced to stand around waiting hand and foot on these uppity fuckers. It's more that this whole dumb system really does leave a foul aftertaste in his mouth, watching people act like they're sooooo high and mighty. And what, just because they got lucky and landed some high numbers? Just because they happened to get here at this timing? (And where was his lavish welcome when he ended up in this stupid place, huh?!)
Fuuta's actually been standing silently by Sylus's daybed for the past half-hour, obediently holding a huge palm frond in place to shade him from the bright overhead lights. Threats from the guards (both unspoken and overt) have taught him his place for now, but he's never been one to learn his lessons quickly or easily. And honestly, this guy's conduct really is gross enough that he can't hold his tongue forever.
So, as Sylus settles back into the plush cushions and that poor servant retreats, he might hear Fuuta give a quiet click of the tongue to himself and mutter under his breath, ]
Maybe that's the best you deserve, asshole. Let's see you do any better.
[ In typical cowardly fashion, he'd muttered it softly, hoping it would go unheard and unnoticed, convincing himself that that sneaky rebellion alone would be enough to claim that he hasn't truly succumbed to this tyrannical system. Too bad his timing was poor; there'd been a lull in the ambient noise just as he said it, and those words sure were audible to Sylus, given how close by Fuuta is standing. Whoopsie. ]