vapour | (no subject)

Oh? Okay, white knight, I'll bite: which ones.

Any of them. None of his feelings are a nuisance to me.

...Hm. Most people find unwanted feelings troublesome. Or are you telling me that you want them, you just don't return them? Not completely unusual, I guess, especially for people that are looking for sincerity in their life.

[Rolls his eyes, going to input his 7]

What are you even doing out right now anyways?

He's having a crisis over how to deal with your choices as soon as he realized you were serious.

[whoops]

It's stupid, you're both fucked, anyway.

Oh? Are we?

... Well, I'm not expert at these things... but. You just sacrificed your permanence, whatever they mean by that. I'm sure you're right and it's not your immortality— and Sam believes the same or he would have made sure to take it first by any means necessary.

But it's still at this point us assuming that's a hefty loss, you're fucked. Or Sam and your friends are fucked because they gotta deal with whatever happens to you, whatever way you wanna look at it.

At the same time, if losing is worse as you suggested and you won... well, then Sam's fucked because you can't lose harder than 0 to 7, now can you? Or is it you who's fucked because you have to deal with it?

[ Childe shrugs a bit, kicking his feet up since it seems like they're still stuck here despite inputs being over. ]

This is why Sam's feelings are a nuisance.

Edited 2025-07-26 04:19 (UTC)

Maybe it's my feelings that are the nuisance.

[Will go check if the machine will let him input now, which it does. Time to fight captcha.]

[ hopes captcha gives him one hell of a rollercoaster. ]

As much as I'd love to blame you, no. Your feelings are whatever they are. We don't control how we feel.

[Failed captcha. Wrinkles his nose, trying the captcha again]

How shockingly sensible of you.

[ captcha doesn't have mercy for even pretty boys, apparently. ]

Hmph. There's only so much you can get away with in terms of being delusional about a situation and who or what to point the faults at.

There is no one at fault.

So, it's just an unfortunate happenstance then?

[Passes the next captcha, breathing out, muttering a quiet 'sheesh' before trying and passing the next one]

You can set up a winning hand, but what move you make is still determined by what card you're dealt next.

[ folds his arms across his chest and shrugs. ]

I don't think you play that well under pressure.

Oh, that's rich. Are you going to suggest you play such a better game than I do?

I'm not that mean. It's a little hard to compare when we don't play the same games.

Of course...one of us actually plays games and the other....well. The other is stuck inside watching and waiting to be let out for a few minutes to talk a big game he can't back up.

[Captcha success~ Whistles and inputs the last answer]

Want to guess which one you are?

Oh, careful sweetheart. You might hurt yourself trying to be a little bit vicious.

Sam's not made like you where he can keep this up, and even if you start getting in my way 24/7, you're not enough to change that. Time's on my side, not yours.

Says the guy that can't even touch a hair on my pretty little head.

. . . Not yet, anyway.

Depending how much shit you eat though this preformance could totally change that.

I wouldn't count your chickens before they hatch. You don't exactly seem like the lucky sort and I'm stubborn to boot.

Hm... I won't argue with you about my luck, necessarily, but what makes you say that?