[It's easy enough to bluff when he doesn't have to face actual difficult choices, and, really, Gepard had made his choice when he warned Figaro and told him to avoid the ambush waiting for him. He just doesn't have to acknowledge it. It can remain the Aeon in the room they're both politely ignoring.
For now: his eyes narrow. The sad puppy look is horribly effective. He hates that it's effective. The gentle hands against his neck? Also effective. Not a lot of people touch him, let alone gently. So now here he is, glaring at Figaro (what a terrible name) like he's an angry-yet-anxious cat trying to decide if he's going to submit to petting or claw his eyes out, letting his neck get wiped.]
You've been assaulting people, you need blood- what will happen if you don't get enough? What will you do if you get that hungry?
[He struggles to at least sit up, kind of, the better to peer at Figaro with some dignity because he feels as though he's not being taken seriously. Just a hunch. He should've slapped Figaro in the face when all of that flirting started, probably. Hindsight.]
I can maybe order my men... [He can't. Shouldn't. Wouldn't. Gepard knows this. He's stalling for time because there's really only one solution that his brain is hitting on and it's a terrible, horrible one.] You're lucky, [scowl, poke,] I was the one who found you.
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Date: 2024-04-12 06:26 pm (UTC)[It's easy enough to bluff when he doesn't have to face actual difficult choices, and, really, Gepard had made his choice when he warned Figaro and told him to avoid the ambush waiting for him. He just doesn't have to acknowledge it. It can remain the Aeon in the room they're both politely ignoring.
For now: his eyes narrow. The sad puppy look is horribly effective. He hates that it's effective. The gentle hands against his neck? Also effective. Not a lot of people touch him, let alone gently. So now here he is, glaring at Figaro (what a terrible name) like he's an angry-yet-anxious cat trying to decide if he's going to submit to petting or claw his eyes out, letting his neck get wiped.]
You've been assaulting people, you need blood- what will happen if you don't get enough? What will you do if you get that hungry?
[He struggles to at least sit up, kind of, the better to peer at Figaro with some dignity because he feels as though he's not being taken seriously. Just a hunch. He should've slapped Figaro in the face when all of that flirting started, probably. Hindsight.]
I can maybe order my men... [He can't. Shouldn't. Wouldn't. Gepard knows this. He's stalling for time because there's really only one solution that his brain is hitting on and it's a terrible, horrible one.] You're lucky, [scowl, poke,] I was the one who found you.