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That’s got to be the weirdest looking dog Ajax has ever seen in his life.
At least, Ajax thinks it’s a dog. It’s got scraggly little ginger tufts of fur around the neck and a strip of wild fur running down the spine like a mohawk, ending in more bushy, fluffy fur bits sprouted at the end of the tail. There are also some sort of strange protrusions from its head, like antlers, or maybe tumours? Fuck if Ajax knows, he’s not a medical professional.
But even with his lack of medical knowledge, he knows the dog-thing is in bad shape; it’s so covered in dirt and blood that Ajax can’t even tell what colour it is beneath all that grime.
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In which Ajax finds, what he calls in his mind, a "Dog-Lizard", on his random walk around the city and accidentally becomes a pet parent without realizing he's adopted a god.
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Kaveh sat with his legs crossed on the divan, Mehrak on his lap. There were countless sheets spread on the coffee table, three empty ceramic cups with chai staining the rims and a singular pita pocket forgotten on a plate.
“I need to program your voice into Mehrak,” he explained, tapping away on the holographic screen. “I want her to recognize you at home when I'm not around.”
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It was common for the poets to call their lovers 'home'. Alhaitham didn’t know what the poets meant until Kaveh moved into his house. -
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Much like water, relationships are complex, in a way everyone except Neuvillette seem to understand.
Neuvilette explores his complicated “personal relationship” with the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide.
(Or, everyone in Fontaine seems to think that he and Wriothesley are dating, and Neuvillette has no idea why.)
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Here’s the thing about Kaeya: he’s a liar. He obscures and deceives, and he does it to himself nearly as much as he does to other people. He got really good at it while Diluc was away on his cross-country tour of rage.
He’s worried he’s not as good with Diluc back in town.
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"Will you have to dance, too?"
Neuvillette's eyebrows dip together, a grimace threatening to form. He holds it back with all his might. "With every aristocrat in the vicinity, I suppose," he grumbles, "This is truly a nightmare. I cannot begin to tell you how uncomfortable that makes me."
"Would you be uncomfortable dancing with me?"
Neuvillette takes up on Duke Wriothesley's offer to be his escort during a ball.