[Gepard’s using his serious voice, like he’s some recruit that the Captain can be stern at and forced into line. Really, if he wanted to, Sampo could have just killed him. He’s an Emanator and Gepard is, unfortunately, just a mere mortal man. A lovely mortal man, a very excellent specimen, but still far from the same weight class as ol’ Sampo. If he were the type to resort to violence, he could have crushed that pretty little throat of his on about four or five separate occasions by now. ]
[Instead, he’s sitting across the dinner table from him, preparing his meals.]
If I was going to be a danger to Belobog, don’t you think you’d know by now?
[Especially if Gepard is operating under the assumption that Sampo is a Belobog native. And he has been on planet for a few years, flying under the radar, but the good Captain doesn’t know that he had years to get used to his condition before he ever arrived on the planet.]
[And as for the sentimental things, well… best to let Gepard think whatever would make him the most sympathetic towards him.]
[Sampo stands.]
Sure, Captain. Let me get it for you.
[He gets it from the refrigerator, sets it before the waiting Captain— panna cotta with caramel sauce, the final course. Go ahead, enjoy it, Sampo will just wait from his seat across the table.]
Since we’ve been playing twenty questions… why haven’t you turned me in yet? That’s probably what all your little oaths say you should do.
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Date: 2024-05-26 10:53 pm (UTC)[Instead, he’s sitting across the dinner table from him, preparing his meals.]
If I was going to be a danger to Belobog, don’t you think you’d know by now?
[Especially if Gepard is operating under the assumption that Sampo is a Belobog native. And he has been on planet for a few years, flying under the radar, but the good Captain doesn’t know that he had years to get used to his condition before he ever arrived on the planet.]
[And as for the sentimental things, well… best to let Gepard think whatever would make him the most sympathetic towards him.]
[Sampo stands.]
Sure, Captain. Let me get it for you.
[He gets it from the refrigerator, sets it before the waiting Captain— panna cotta with caramel sauce, the final course. Go ahead, enjoy it, Sampo will just wait from his seat across the table.]
Since we’ve been playing twenty questions… why haven’t you turned me in yet? That’s probably what all your little oaths say you should do.