[Honestly it isn't even the kindness that's tragic since he's nice on a normal day, it's the DRAMA. It's the ARCHAIC FLAIR. He wants to perish over sounding like a 19th century b-novel writer.
Anyway he will reach for her hands and then, passionately:]
Very well, then! Ne'er have I felt such silky locks as yours! Even the finest brush crafted of the rarest metals and softest bristles would be humbled to touch! Your skin bears a dewy freshness that not even morning glories on the vine after a spring rain could ever hope to attain! Not to mention your remarkable wardrobe selection, every piece of which perfectly accentuates all of your wonderful features as though you were a gift of marble hand-chisled by the very gods themselves, and so blessed are those who have the chance to behold! For your charming nature, would even the most gilded-tongued of poets know where to begin? Your zest and passion for life; truly, it is a thing of utmost inspiration! Nothing shy of the crown jewel on your remarkable existence!
[He actually looks a little winded by the end of that??
And then he's looking briefly startled after raising his eyes and glancing just over where Medb's standing, in the direction of the door leading to the city.]
[ She lets him take her hands. Praise is usually (everyday) music to her ears, so she nods along even though she can't laugh. Because it's rude to laugh. She knows Mahito is suffering, but he's not wrong?
His purple prose is so much, but what he's saying are facts in her mind. Absolutely horrendous.
She tightens her grip on his hands. He doesn't get to go just yet. ]
All that is true. Now, talk to me about your favorite person here. Or your second favorite person.
[AT LEAST ONE OF THEM IS ENJOYING THIS ABSOLUTE TRAINWRECK OF A SHOW.
Also, he'd normally be sticking his tongue out or making a face at this point but ALAS. NICENESS WEEK CUCKED, YET AGAIN... He still manages to seem at least a little satisfied, though, because--]
Unfortunate for you that this woe-begotten affliction of mine doesn't extend so far as to mimicking a truth serum! No one but you is standing here before me, fairest Medb, and so I shan't speak of anyone else.
[HE DOESN'T HAVE TO BE NICE TO PEOPLE HE ISN'T AROUND!! His tier list will remain (ryan bergara voice) unsolved.]
[WOW SATORU HUH. He looks vaguely agitated for a second but then seems to?? Remember something??? And whatever that something is, he becomes significantly less agitated.]
Nay, the only kindness to me would be to return to the dazzling, drizzling grey of that crepuscular forest, and to sleep soundly tucked in the boughs 'til its grip on me should cease. Though I shall certainly not make an obstacle of myself, should you wish to indulge in Gojou Satoru's presence!
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Anyway he will reach for her hands and then, passionately:]
Very well, then! Ne'er have I felt such silky locks as yours! Even the finest brush crafted of the rarest metals and softest bristles would be humbled to touch! Your skin bears a dewy freshness that not even morning glories on the vine after a spring rain could ever hope to attain! Not to mention your remarkable wardrobe selection, every piece of which perfectly accentuates all of your wonderful features as though you were a gift of marble hand-chisled by the very gods themselves, and so blessed are those who have the chance to behold! For your charming nature, would even the most gilded-tongued of poets know where to begin? Your zest and passion for life; truly, it is a thing of utmost inspiration! Nothing shy of the crown jewel on your remarkable existence!
[He actually looks a little winded by the end of that??
And then he's looking briefly startled after raising his eyes and glancing just over where Medb's standing, in the direction of the door leading to the city.]
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His purple prose is so much, but what he's saying are facts in her mind. Absolutely horrendous.
She tightens her grip on his hands. He doesn't get to go just yet. ]
All that is true. Now, talk to me about your favorite person here. Or your second favorite person.
[ What's his tier list? ]
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Also, he'd normally be sticking his tongue out or making a face at this point but ALAS. NICENESS WEEK CUCKED, YET AGAIN... He still manages to seem at least a little satisfied, though, because--]
Unfortunate for you that this woe-begotten affliction of mine doesn't extend so far as to mimicking a truth serum! No one but you is standing here before me, fairest Medb, and so I shan't speak of anyone else.
[HE DOESN'T HAVE TO BE NICE TO PEOPLE HE ISN'T AROUND!! His tier list will remain (ryan bergara voice) unsolved.]
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[ She tilts her head with a smile. A very innocent question paired with a very innocent smile. ]
I think I'd like to see Satoru very much right now.
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Nay, the only kindness to me would be to return to the dazzling, drizzling grey of that crepuscular forest, and to sleep soundly tucked in the boughs 'til its grip on me should cease. Though I shall certainly not make an obstacle of myself, should you wish to indulge in Gojou Satoru's presence!
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I would like for you to indulge in his presence and be a witness. That's all.
[ She's innocent. Sweet. Darling. ]
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T'would rather not share such a gift with even a man whose hair shines like starlight. Instead, shall we keep it between you and I alone?
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And because it's kindness week, she's compelled to say: ]
I guess I can do that for you.
[ UGH. ]
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You are most gracious as ever. My thanks to you.
[Will she let him escape if he starts to slink away...]
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good luck avoiding people for the rest of the day, mahito. ]