[ it is kind of mean girl-ish, and, well, not entirely helpful. there are little barbs spiking the end of his words, touched with the sort of affection that only someone who knew Nanami could express. there has to be, because he knows her well enough to be talking about her now, and he knows her well enough to want to make sure that she isn't here. it signifies her importance.
the ochoko is down about halfway, allowing Ren to play a little balancing game with it in his hand. ]
She sounds nice.
[ and he actually means that. ]
What do you mean by plain and ordinary? Those are kind of the same ...
[ but the idea of humans and gods and divinity doesn't seem to faze him—he's been in the middle of that before, not by choice, but by necessity. it doesn't exactly endear him to any gods, especially not after his experiences with the self-proclaimed "god of control." ]
Ah, ordinary is — she is a human with no particular ability. There are some humans who naturally possess spiritual or divine power, and even outside of that, humans who are adept in art, or combat. Nanami is none of these things.
[ which might be typical for other humans, but Tomoe is an inherently magical creature, used to being surrounded by other spiritual and demonic and magical elements. a human without any redeeming qualities is just weak. it's impossible for him to see her with that kind of perspective; her hard work, her kindness, her exuberance — these things only have meaning to him because she's his master.
both Mikage and Nanami became his master almost as soon as he met them. Ren is, he realises suddenly, the first person Tomoe chose because of who he was. he spaces out for a moment with his glass to his lips, thinking about that, and then dismisses it with a shake of his head before he can linger on it too long. he picks back up as if he hadn't paused: ]
By plain, I simply mean that there is nothing otherwise noteworthy or eye-catching about her, even for a human. She isn't a great beauty, nor does she have any particular air about her. For instance, without these— [ he reaches over and taps the top of Ren's glasses frames with a long, clawed finger. ] You're rather striking. She doesn't have such a presence.
[ again, he kind of seems like he's bullying her... but he is being completely sincere. just mean about it. ]
[ it's curious to watch Tomoe's little habits, the flicker of a change of expression like there's a moment of clarity between gulps of sake. it's an internal process, and Ren knows when he talks to people about themselves, that there's the potential overflow of the gates that they keep themselves behind.
Ren likes people. he likes listening to them. in that vein, he likes listening to Tomoe, even when paints pictures of Nanami surrounded in little barbs. it's affectionate in a way that's familiar to him. ]
You're still trying to find her.
[ while he doesn't ask Tomoe to expand, it's a statement that means there's something about her that keeps him there.
when Tomoe fiddles with his glasses, Ren pushes them back up the bridge of his nose like he's on to something that people usually don't press. ]
Is there somewhere that she might go in this situation? Usually everyone's accounted for, but we could check some obvious places.
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the ochoko is down about halfway, allowing Ren to play a little balancing game with it in his hand. ]
She sounds nice.
[ and he actually means that. ]
What do you mean by plain and ordinary? Those are kind of the same ...
[ but the idea of humans and gods and divinity doesn't seem to faze him—he's been in the middle of that before, not by choice, but by necessity. it doesn't exactly endear him to any gods, especially not after his experiences with the self-proclaimed "god of control." ]
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[ which might be typical for other humans, but Tomoe is an inherently magical creature, used to being surrounded by other spiritual and demonic and magical elements. a human without any redeeming qualities is just weak. it's impossible for him to see her with that kind of perspective; her hard work, her kindness, her exuberance — these things only have meaning to him because she's his master.
both Mikage and Nanami became his master almost as soon as he met them. Ren is, he realises suddenly, the first person Tomoe chose because of who he was. he spaces out for a moment with his glass to his lips, thinking about that, and then dismisses it with a shake of his head before he can linger on it too long. he picks back up as if he hadn't paused: ]
By plain, I simply mean that there is nothing otherwise noteworthy or eye-catching about her, even for a human. She isn't a great beauty, nor does she have any particular air about her. For instance, without these— [ he reaches over and taps the top of Ren's glasses frames with a long, clawed finger. ] You're rather striking. She doesn't have such a presence.
[ again, he kind of seems like he's bullying her... but he is being completely sincere. just mean about it. ]
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Ren likes people. he likes listening to them. in that vein, he likes listening to Tomoe, even when paints pictures of Nanami surrounded in little barbs. it's affectionate in a way that's familiar to him. ]
You're still trying to find her.
[ while he doesn't ask Tomoe to expand, it's a statement that means there's something about her that keeps him there.
when Tomoe fiddles with his glasses, Ren pushes them back up the bridge of his nose like he's on to something that people usually don't press. ]
Is there somewhere that she might go in this situation? Usually everyone's accounted for, but we could check some obvious places.
[ he seems dedicated to this. ]