( what is she trying to say, that furina doesn't understand children... she can't say that the fatui children are a little different from the children she knows, but is that even her place? that's rude, but she is a little offended that she's one of those adults.
luckily, dumbo, is out of the fire of being squeezed to death because furina's already turning to face the knave with her attention officially on her. )
I'm human, too! ( somewhat, not completely, she is something else but she's unable to be the same as arlecchino in terms of childhood. furina did not get to live a life where she were offer difficulties due to her stature and actions. if anything, she had already had the perfect look of an adult who would be able to rule a nation with the snap of her fingers.
those were her battles to not be seen or seen through whereas she could never tell or be able to begin to understand what the other's childhood may have been. )
I mean... ( has she misplaced her good will, what is she doing wrong this time? furina won't fuss, but it's telling on her face as her eyes shift downcast, and a sigh leaves from her lips. she's supposed to have this down pact already, but asking if this is the best way to go about it seems rhetorical.
the knave wouldn't have suggested it if it wasn't. )
I...
( she doesn't want to mess up again. ) I'm sorry... for speaking out of place.
[ Arlecchino is usually happy to leave her words open to interpretation. The uncertainty stirred in others will handily put them on their back foot, and they end up conjuring whichever assumptions match the reputation she (and her colleagues) have cultivated for herself over the years. A tactic useful to her when acting as a Harbinger and diplomat, and even as a "Father." Fear bends to power, and power is her currency.
In this particular instance, however, she can admit that her usual way of speaking is producing the opposite of the desired effect. Furina's flash of spirit she can abide by, but the following deflation catches her off guard. She would cross her arms if she weren't acting as a grocery mule. ]
And just where is your place, Miss Furina?
[ It's a direct question that seeks a genuine answer. But her tone is too blunt, and she understands that it may sound like a provocation to someone already expressing remorse.
Her gaze lifts away from Furina to find some random bottle on a shelf, easing the pressure of her strange eyes. ]
No matter. The invitation stands, should you be open to it. The children embrace any opportunity to entertain a guest.
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( what is she trying to say, that furina doesn't understand children... she can't say that the fatui children are a little different from the children she knows, but is that even her place? that's rude, but she is a little offended that she's one of those adults.
luckily, dumbo, is out of the fire of being squeezed to death because furina's already turning to face the knave with her attention officially on her. )
I'm human, too! ( somewhat, not completely, she is something else but she's unable to be the same as arlecchino in terms of childhood. furina did not get to live a life where she were offer difficulties due to her stature and actions. if anything, she had already had the perfect look of an adult who would be able to rule a nation with the snap of her fingers.
those were her battles to not be seen or seen through whereas she could never tell or be able to begin to understand what the other's childhood may have been. )
I mean... ( has she misplaced her good will, what is she doing wrong this time? furina won't fuss, but it's telling on her face as her eyes shift downcast, and a sigh leaves from her lips. she's supposed to have this down pact already, but asking if this is the best way to go about it seems rhetorical.
the knave wouldn't have suggested it if it wasn't. )
I...
( she doesn't want to mess up again. ) I'm sorry... for speaking out of place.
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In this particular instance, however, she can admit that her usual way of speaking is producing the opposite of the desired effect. Furina's flash of spirit she can abide by, but the following deflation catches her off guard. She would cross her arms if she weren't acting as a grocery mule. ]
And just where is your place, Miss Furina?
[ It's a direct question that seeks a genuine answer. But her tone is too blunt, and she understands that it may sound like a provocation to someone already expressing remorse.
Her gaze lifts away from Furina to find some random bottle on a shelf, easing the pressure of her strange eyes. ]
No matter. The invitation stands, should you be open to it. The children embrace any opportunity to entertain a guest.