[ over the course of this entire stay in nevrione, gabranth has striven to be nothing if not helpful... leaving aside that first disastrous night at the tavern, of course, and leaving well aside the goings-on at the harvest festival. it's in that spirit, both in helping the local townsfolk and putting any remaining awkwardness and humiliation from the festival behind him, that he's volunteered to assist with some of the tear-down. ]
No, no— I'm coming down, alright, now would you hold still—
[ but all the helpful intentions in the world can't curb one of gabranth's sour moods when it strikes, particularly not when there's a less-than-helpful idon manning the ladder he's precariously balanced upon, with a large pumpkin-shaped decoration taking up the space between both of his arms. the fact that his pointed canine ears and fluffy tail, though blessedly absent while the aphrodisiac was flying about, have now returned is also not doing much to incline him towards a gentler tone as he barks orders down below. ]
Leave that one where it is, I'll— Ah.
[ it hadn't escaped him that the scene might draw a crowd, but the face he spies among them— the one face he knows better than his own, even though it does presently come with a pair a coeurl ears attached... ]
Er.
[ the one face he had hoped never to encounter in this world. for all his bluster his first instinct is to flee, to act as though he himself isn't incredibly easy to spot up here, but that's not exactly an option, is it, arms full of pumpkin and stuck at the top of a ladder... maybe he'll just fall and break his neck and die instead. that's an acceptable way out of this, right? ]
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No, no— I'm coming down, alright, now would you hold still—
[ but all the helpful intentions in the world can't curb one of gabranth's sour moods when it strikes, particularly not when there's a less-than-helpful idon manning the ladder he's precariously balanced upon, with a large pumpkin-shaped decoration taking up the space between both of his arms. the fact that his pointed canine ears and fluffy tail, though blessedly absent while the aphrodisiac was flying about, have now returned is also not doing much to incline him towards a gentler tone as he barks orders down below. ]
Leave that one where it is, I'll— Ah.
[ it hadn't escaped him that the scene might draw a crowd, but the face he spies among them— the one face he knows better than his own, even though it does presently come with a pair a coeurl ears attached... ]
Er.
[ the one face he had hoped never to encounter in this world. for all his bluster his first instinct is to flee, to act as though he himself isn't incredibly easy to spot up here, but that's not exactly an option, is it, arms full of pumpkin and stuck at the top of a ladder... maybe he'll just fall and break his neck and die instead. that's an acceptable way out of this, right? ]