[Oh good, she's taking the crackers with so much more ease than it took to get Viktor to eat them, the last time; small blessings. Palamedes leans his elbows on the arm of the chair here and listens - it's definitely... a lot, for what sounds like was just a single day into night.
He relates, in any case; there are people here from the Empire back home who he would really love to never see again for as long as he lives, and in the meantime he's adopted a strict policy of zero contact— so he knows, from experience, the aggravation and fury that goes into not telling someone to go fuck themselves to their face. Or digital face, as it were.
First, though, he leans a bit further over the arm of the chair, so he can reach over it and give her a friendly punch on the shoulder, which from a stickbug of a human being like Palamedes is a light tap. The sentiment is the same.]
I am proud of you. Because you're proud of you.
[It's a different kind of proud than the 'holy SHIT' kind of proud one feels when, say, Viktor punched the Emperor of the Nine Houses in the face, specifically. Broadly, he doesn't believe in solving every conflict with more conflict, but his best friend and legally assigned bodyguard is literally a skilled swordswoman, so like.
Sometimes you go in swinging, whether that's literally or with a big 'fuck you'. But the point is, he's proud of that little beat of self-actualization; that's the stuff.
The hangover, not so much.]
Think of it this way: you're not the one who stayed home all night writing tough guy omni messages, alone.
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He relates, in any case; there are people here from the Empire back home who he would really love to never see again for as long as he lives, and in the meantime he's adopted a strict policy of zero contact— so he knows, from experience, the aggravation and fury that goes into not telling someone to go fuck themselves to their face. Or digital face, as it were.
First, though, he leans a bit further over the arm of the chair, so he can reach over it and give her a friendly punch on the shoulder, which from a stickbug of a human being like Palamedes is a light tap. The sentiment is the same.]
I am proud of you. Because you're proud of you.
[It's a different kind of proud than the 'holy SHIT' kind of proud one feels when, say, Viktor punched the Emperor of the Nine Houses in the face, specifically. Broadly, he doesn't believe in solving every conflict with more conflict, but his best friend and legally assigned bodyguard is literally a skilled swordswoman, so like.
Sometimes you go in swinging, whether that's literally or with a big 'fuck you'. But the point is, he's proud of that little beat of self-actualization; that's the stuff.
The hangover, not so much.]
Think of it this way: you're not the one who stayed home all night writing tough guy omni messages, alone.