[You'd think that by now, he would be used to shit like this.
The truth of the matter is, it isn't like he doesn't understand where some of Rohan's more impulsive ideas come from, even if they're not ideas that he would choose to pursue himself. He doesn't always get the attachment to the Fog God, either, but it's not his life and it's not his call on that one. What he does understand is Rohan's need to experience, and by extension his need to pursue; he's not someone who can be complacent, any more than his father is someone who could live without a guitar in his hands and music in the air. Rohan needs to do weird things because Rohan needs to know, and so after a while he's sort of just stopped asking things like "what could've possessed you to do something like that", because it's a stupid question that he already knows the answer to, anyway.
So when Rohan yells for him, and he heads down the hall to go investigate the same way that he always does, he's already sort of prepared for whatever ridiculous thing he's going to find on the other side.
...
Except that he's not prepared for legs and fins and frills, and in that first moment as his jaw falls open, his blood has no idea where it's supposed to be going, because it starts to seem like it's pounding in his ears and flushing up into his face and flowing southward all in the same instant.
Holy shit.]
...What did you do.
[He croaks out, through a mouth abruptly gone dry, as his body temperature ramps up to accompany the heat already beneath his cheeks and he realizes that he'd be turning purple right now if his scales weren't always purple already.]
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The truth of the matter is, it isn't like he doesn't understand where some of Rohan's more impulsive ideas come from, even if they're not ideas that he would choose to pursue himself. He doesn't always get the attachment to the Fog God, either, but it's not his life and it's not his call on that one. What he does understand is Rohan's need to experience, and by extension his need to pursue; he's not someone who can be complacent, any more than his father is someone who could live without a guitar in his hands and music in the air. Rohan needs to do weird things because Rohan needs to know, and so after a while he's sort of just stopped asking things like "what could've possessed you to do something like that", because it's a stupid question that he already knows the answer to, anyway.
So when Rohan yells for him, and he heads down the hall to go investigate the same way that he always does, he's already sort of prepared for whatever ridiculous thing he's going to find on the other side.
...
Except that he's not prepared for legs and fins and frills, and in that first moment as his jaw falls open, his blood has no idea where it's supposed to be going, because it starts to seem like it's pounding in his ears and flushing up into his face and flowing southward all in the same instant.
Holy shit.]
...What did you do.
[He croaks out, through a mouth abruptly gone dry, as his body temperature ramps up to accompany the heat already beneath his cheeks and he realizes that he'd be turning purple right now if his scales weren't always purple already.]
Holy shit, Rohan...