"Generally, being rude and pushy doesn't earn someone the threat of violence that's short of killing them, Sephiroth. Just who was this person?"
Gaia does seem to think the physical threat might be a bit extreme given what she knows about the circumstance with the vegetable fiend. But there's a lot she doesn't know about what happened in that encounter so she's keeping an open mind. Also she wants to know so she can keep an eye out for the individual that managed to try her not-friend's patience to the breaking point.
Also it was a moment's distraction in the midst of the conversation they're having that isn't so great; even if it's one they need to have with someone. And that someone may as well be each other.
"And why. Why us? Why not people from this world? We can't be the only ones compatible if it's happened before." It's just shy of saying 'why me' but... she knows she's not alone. And Gaia feels they deserve to be a little selfish sounding as to whether this world should handle their own problems.
It takes her a moment to register that Sephiroth fetched a bucket. Why is it there? Well think about what these tents are for and whether someone might imbibe in excess. It's always handy to have a bucket around one way or another. Maybe it's just for fetching water to wash.
Not anymore.
She wants to remark tartly about the whole hatchling assessment; her own voice had not gone so far as to call her that, but given there's a feeling of good-natured humor emoted from that same source...
Well the thing is, Sephiroth is behaving oddly. Bucket, feeling his throat. And... and...
Her face in the next few seconds as the venom sprays into the bucket is priceless. It's as if suddenly the entire operating system faulted and crashed; the mood of discomfort and anxiety over their changes just absolutely derailed by Sephiroth demonstrating why he feels he might be a little bite happy.
"Bleach." It's more a statement than a question but what she finally manages. Gaia doesn't move an inch, much less look fascinated or interested in trying to get a closer look at that bucket and its hazy gas. There is so much more to impact here and over what just happened than what it tastes like.
"Are you saying we all have to look forward to... whatever that was?"
...I did have an icon for this.
Gaia does seem to think the physical threat might be a bit extreme given what she knows about the circumstance with the vegetable fiend. But there's a lot she doesn't know about what happened in that encounter so she's keeping an open mind. Also she wants to know so she can keep an eye out for the individual that managed to try her not-friend's patience to the breaking point.
Also it was a moment's distraction in the midst of the conversation they're having that isn't so great; even if it's one they need to have with someone. And that someone may as well be each other.
"And why. Why us? Why not people from this world? We can't be the only ones compatible if it's happened before." It's just shy of saying 'why me' but... she knows she's not alone. And Gaia feels they deserve to be a little selfish sounding as to whether this world should handle their own problems.
It takes her a moment to register that Sephiroth fetched a bucket. Why is it there? Well think about what these tents are for and whether someone might imbibe in excess. It's always handy to have a bucket around one way or another. Maybe it's just for fetching water to wash.
Not anymore.
She wants to remark tartly about the whole hatchling assessment; her own voice had not gone so far as to call her that, but given there's a feeling of good-natured humor emoted from that same source...
Well the thing is, Sephiroth is behaving oddly. Bucket, feeling his throat. And... and...
Her face in the next few seconds as the venom sprays into the bucket is priceless. It's as if suddenly the entire operating system faulted and crashed; the mood of discomfort and anxiety over their changes just absolutely derailed by Sephiroth demonstrating why he feels he might be a little bite happy.
"Bleach." It's more a statement than a question but what she finally manages. Gaia doesn't move an inch, much less look fascinated or interested in trying to get a closer look at that bucket and its hazy gas. There is so much more to impact here and over what just happened than what it tastes like.
"Are you saying we all have to look forward to... whatever that was?"