He's heard the words, but no one has ever offered that in earnesty, when they had the full measure of who he was. Like gauging a weather pattern, or dealing with a devil-- "well, Kuja's a liar and a cheat, so I'll plan around it."
No one here knew that better than Vivi. He'd shown Kuja his resolve, before, that he would act as his heart decreed, rather than his head, and that it was up to Kuja what would come of that.
This... was something utterly different from their previous arrangement.
The real measure that Kuja is serious is the lack of further assurances, promises, or even explaining clinically how he himself would explicitly benefit from not going back on his word. He's just... quiet. Calculating, maybe, he never stops calculating--
( Kuja actually isn't even thinking about what this can mean for him, going forward. How he can use this. His usual aloof attitude as an observer astride each moment rather than inside it has been dissolved by the feeling of a surprisingly fierce display of...
"Love?" That was... certainly the word Vivi had used. )
...
He feels a little twitchy, because he really really isn't used to pure, friendly embraces at all, especially one this long. Vivi can feel him fidget. Words, finally, are soon to follow. ]
I wondered-- That is... You're... alright, after...?
I mean that-- [ lmao he sounds SO stilted saying this. ] I, ah... I saw it when you collapsed. [ He can't help but think Vivi's delicate, slapped twice now with the sight of him turned out like a light. ]
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Date: 2023-03-25 06:55 pm (UTC)Kuja's bereft of things to say.
He's heard the words, but no one has ever offered that in earnesty, when they had the full measure of who he was. Like gauging a weather pattern, or dealing with a devil-- "well, Kuja's a liar and a cheat, so I'll plan around it."
No one here knew that better than Vivi. He'd shown Kuja his resolve, before, that he would act as his heart decreed, rather than his head, and that it was up to Kuja what would come of that.
This... was something utterly different from their previous arrangement.
The real measure that Kuja is serious is the lack of further assurances, promises, or even explaining clinically how he himself would explicitly benefit from not going back on his word. He's just... quiet. Calculating, maybe, he never stops calculating--
( Kuja actually isn't even thinking about what this can mean for him, going forward. How he can use this. His usual aloof attitude as an observer astride each moment rather than inside it has been dissolved by the feeling of a surprisingly fierce display of...
"Love?" That was... certainly the word Vivi had used. )
...
He feels a little twitchy, because he really really isn't used to pure, friendly embraces at all, especially one this long. Vivi can feel him fidget. Words, finally, are soon to follow. ]
I wondered-- That is...
You're... alright, after...?
I mean that-- [ lmao he sounds SO stilted saying this. ] I, ah... I saw it when you collapsed. [ He can't help but think Vivi's delicate, slapped twice now with the sight of him turned out like a light. ]