I am telling you, I have no idea what it is about this place-- [this place as in the colony, not the pleasure district... but well, the pleasure district, too] --Something about it lets affection blossom.
[The look Chibi gives England has more behind it than that: like the way my affection has blossomed for you, it seems to say. His smile's not mocking, not even playful - it's just openness and calm determination.]
[It's then, when Chibi is slipping his hand into England's and looking out over the teeming streets, that his soul-goat decides to give England's calf a little nudge.]
[In the memory, Chibi is in a hell of a place, bent over in half inside a really huge computer. Its internals look complicated as hell, with tubes of wakfu running through its chassis. The screen is off. After a few seconds of that, a figure approaches, white-bearded and black-clawed, taking a slow walk towards where Chibi is working. Before his eyes can even process it, his soul knows who it is: his twin dragon brother. (He may not look like a dragon now, but his true form is much more imposing.)]
[Sleep, brother. The dragon's voice is low, rumbly.]
[I'm almost done, Grougal. I will sleep in a few minutes.]
[The dragon loops his arms under Chibi's body and tugs. Even strong as he is, he's not as strong as a dragon; the yanking is enough to scoot Chibi's body across the floor. Sleep.]
[Chibi's protest is a withering noooooo.]
[Grougaloragran still does not understand why you are so adamant to finish this so soon. It is not important for you to have an assistant.]
[Remaining optimistic despite a long-buried pain: You know why. If I can't have children, I still ought to give life to something, right?]
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[The look Chibi gives England has more behind it than that: like the way my affection has blossomed for you, it seems to say. His smile's not mocking, not even playful - it's just openness and calm determination.]
[It's then, when Chibi is slipping his hand into England's and looking out over the teeming streets, that his soul-goat decides to give England's calf a little nudge.]
[In the memory, Chibi is in a hell of a place, bent over in half inside a really huge computer. Its internals look complicated as hell, with tubes of wakfu running through its chassis. The screen is off. After a few seconds of that, a figure approaches, white-bearded and black-clawed, taking a slow walk towards where Chibi is working. Before his eyes can even process it, his soul knows who it is: his twin dragon brother. (He may not look like a dragon now, but his true form is much more imposing.)]
[Sleep, brother. The dragon's voice is low, rumbly.]
[I'm almost done, Grougal. I will sleep in a few minutes.]
[The dragon loops his arms under Chibi's body and tugs. Even strong as he is, he's not as strong as a dragon; the yanking is enough to scoot Chibi's body across the floor. Sleep.]
[Chibi's protest is a withering noooooo.]
[Grougaloragran still does not understand why you are so adamant to finish this so soon. It is not important for you to have an assistant.]
[Remaining optimistic despite a long-buried pain: You know why. If I can't have children, I still ought to give life to something, right?]
[And then the memory fades.]