Elidibus startles into bright peals of laughter. It's a welcome sound in the middle of everything that is happening.
"Oh, dear Popp, I had meant my camerawork!"
The sprawled image of Popp, now defensive and grumpy, is so incredibly silly - such a jarring change to the rest of the day. When his laughter dies down, he offers a hand to the both of them to pull them up. Mithrun will continue to not participate in the conversation.
Popp's face is already flushed red from the cold, and it gets another subtle layer of flush under it. He protests indignantly from the ground during the course of the laughing fit, though not in a way that implies he's been cut deep to the dignity, merely bruised, and accepts the hand up with grace.
"...Maybe you should hang onto him. He's totally out of magic power, which means that he's basically a sack of flour that breathes."
"Back home to warm up, of course! I've still got plenty of magic power, but that won't do me any good if I'm worn out and frozen solid!"
Popp tucks his hands under his arms for warmth and emphasis. He can be very practical when he's not stressed, which is less often than he would prefer.
Elidibus eyes him as if he's thinking of sparing some energy for some cold resistance magic, but thinks better of it. He will need it for the remainder of his patrol.
"Need you aught else before I return Mithrun to his home?"
"Nah - just call me if you run into trouble, got it?"
Obviously, their power levels are kind of... look, Popp feels better for having made the offer, all right? Face red from the cold and maybe a little from embarrassment, he rockets off into the sky again. Of course he's not going any slower; how else is he going to learn how to land at this speed?
He has barely enough time to get the words out before Popp is off like a gunshot. Despite the situation around Town, Elidibus cannot help but smile to himself, hefting Mithrun up to begin his own journey to get him somewhere safe. A detour from his patrol route, but a worthwhile one.
Because now if Popp needs him again, he knows that Elidibus will answer.
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Popp is grumbling and defensive. Mithrun is not participating in this conversation. Both of them are sprawled so inelegantly.
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"Oh, dear Popp, I had meant my camerawork!"
The sprawled image of Popp, now defensive and grumpy, is so incredibly silly - such a jarring change to the rest of the day. When his laughter dies down, he offers a hand to the both of them to pull them up. Mithrun will continue to not participate in the conversation.
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"...Maybe you should hang onto him. He's totally out of magic power, which means that he's basically a sack of flour that breathes."
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And who would probably take offense should Elidibus carry Mithrun around as if he were truly the sack of flour that Popp has compared him to.
"As for you... Where are you headed now that you have returned to town?"
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Popp tucks his hands under his arms for warmth and emphasis. He can be very practical when he's not stressed, which is less often than he would prefer.
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Elidibus eyes him as if he's thinking of sparing some energy for some cold resistance magic, but thinks better of it. He will need it for the remainder of his patrol.
"Need you aught else before I return Mithrun to his home?"
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Obviously, their power levels are kind of... look, Popp feels better for having made the offer, all right? Face red from the cold and maybe a little from embarrassment, he rockets off into the sky again. Of course he's not going any slower; how else is he going to learn how to land at this speed?
Wrap?
He has barely enough time to get the words out before Popp is off like a gunshot. Despite the situation around Town, Elidibus cannot help but smile to himself, hefting Mithrun up to begin his own journey to get him somewhere safe. A detour from his patrol route, but a worthwhile one.
Because now if Popp needs him again, he knows that Elidibus will answer.
Wrap!