[Even if he disagreed, he does not try to argue with Laurent about the rashness or the loudness.
He continues walking, quiet, stride unhurried. Almost like he’s sour of spirit, perhaps the symbiote is quite skilled in hitting his sore spots. Though this is not necessarily a surprise having been with D for so long.]
There are only few it dislikes, [he finally says.] It acts as a Carbuncle does: caring only for its survival through the survival of its host.
[Not terribly far from the tavern they left, he takes them to a loophole: a dilapidated building with no discernible “threshold” he can be barred from passing, not when most of the front side has been peeled away. But there is still the overhang of a roof, and the interior is mostly dry and intact. The cold will plague them, however, until they get inside.
The back wall has the remnants of a hearth, and as D carefully steps through (wary that somehow the curse would have changed, or had some new stipulation), he goes straight for it. Laurent is left to be independent for now in what’s left of the dark carcass of the house.]
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He continues walking, quiet, stride unhurried. Almost like he’s sour of spirit, perhaps the symbiote is quite skilled in hitting his sore spots. Though this is not necessarily a surprise having been with D for so long.]
There are only few it dislikes, [he finally says.] It acts as a Carbuncle does: caring only for its survival through the survival of its host.
[Not terribly far from the tavern they left, he takes them to a loophole: a dilapidated building with no discernible “threshold” he can be barred from passing, not when most of the front side has been peeled away. But there is still the overhang of a roof, and the interior is mostly dry and intact. The cold will plague them, however, until they get inside.
The back wall has the remnants of a hearth, and as D carefully steps through (wary that somehow the curse would have changed, or had some new stipulation), he goes straight for it. Laurent is left to be independent for now in what’s left of the dark carcass of the house.]