[The more Giles speaks, the more Siffleur's shoulders start to sink. If he was in his cougar form, his ears would have drooped as well. Giles did say it was very similar and markedly different, but it sounds mostly the same in all the ways he already hates, and different in ways that he doesn't care about.
He would have thought creatures like him would have something better. But maybe there's nothing better. It's either structures with monarchs and rules with checks and balances, or there's nothing at all, just the cold hard ground waiting to catch you.]
Hm.
[Siffleur looks Giles up and down, taking in his suit, thinking about his manners. He scratches at his ear a few times, thinking it over. This is the longest conversation he's had in probably two years. He's never had a conversation with someone like Giles before either. It's... hmm. Fine.
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He would have thought creatures like him would have something better. But maybe there's nothing better. It's either structures with monarchs and rules with checks and balances, or there's nothing at all, just the cold hard ground waiting to catch you.]
Hm.
[Siffleur looks Giles up and down, taking in his suit, thinking about his manners. He scratches at his ear a few times, thinking it over. This is the longest conversation he's had in probably two years. He's never had a conversation with someone like Giles before either. It's... hmm. Fine.
It's fine.]
You look like you were good at it. Were you?