[Claude can't help looking at her anew after that little diversion, reassessing who it is exactly he's talking to. Dorothea, the only commoner in the Black Eagle house.
An outsider. Someone who doesn't quite belong. Like him. Her words touch some aching part of his heart, but he quickly covers up the feeling, somewhat relieved himself at the topic change, but he can't help but comment.] I don't mind hearing about it. You make a good point.
[Lightly, like it isn't something he's longed for all his life- somewhere he feels like he truly belongs, people he belongs with. His gaze follows her gesture to the kitten, and he chuckles hearing what she's named one of the other cats on campus.] Does Silver Spoon have an attitude problem or something?
[ Dorothea arches her brows a little when Claude says he doesn't mind hearing about her past, but she's also found in her life that nobles don't really like listening to commoners airing their grievances. See, he's not the only one who's grappled with the false friendliness of people with ulterior motives.
In any case, it's not like her history isn't common knowledge in Adrestia; she'll tell him about it sometime when she feels more like pouring out her heart, but it's better to keep things casual while they're both covered in kittens. ]
Spoonie's not bad, no, he's actually very friendly. He's just very demanding--more of a diva than I am. [ She chuckles at the little joke. ] Once he knows you'll pet him and pay attention to him, he won't leave you alone. He's one of the few cats I've ever met that won't try and bite your hand off if you rub his stomach. He's gray and fluffy, but he's white from his chin down to his belly, and he has little white mittens, too. I might try and take him with me when I graduate, but don't tell anyone I said so.
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An outsider. Someone who doesn't quite belong. Like him. Her words touch some aching part of his heart, but he quickly covers up the feeling, somewhat relieved himself at the topic change, but he can't help but comment.] I don't mind hearing about it. You make a good point.
[Lightly, like it isn't something he's longed for all his life- somewhere he feels like he truly belongs, people he belongs with. His gaze follows her gesture to the kitten, and he chuckles hearing what she's named one of the other cats on campus.] Does Silver Spoon have an attitude problem or something?
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In any case, it's not like her history isn't common knowledge in Adrestia; she'll tell him about it sometime when she feels more like pouring out her heart, but it's better to keep things casual while they're both covered in kittens. ]
Spoonie's not bad, no, he's actually very friendly. He's just very demanding--more of a diva than I am. [ She chuckles at the little joke. ] Once he knows you'll pet him and pay attention to him, he won't leave you alone. He's one of the few cats I've ever met that won't try and bite your hand off if you rub his stomach. He's gray and fluffy, but he's white from his chin down to his belly, and he has little white mittens, too. I might try and take him with me when I graduate, but don't tell anyone I said so.