Hansa Cervantes (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
robopriest) wrote2025-11-03 09:02 pm
robopriest) wrote2025-11-03 09:02 pm
PC WITH ANAXAGORAS
i love how this meme doesn't make sense but its funny to Me
i love how this meme doesn't make sense but its funny to Me
i love how this meme doesn't make sense but its funny to Me
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[...It feels comforting, somehow. Like getting a pat on the head when he was a child.]
[He doesn't move away, his eye drifting down, unsure where to look. It's almost like he's self-conscious, which is not something he's used to whatsoever. It must be something about these ears surely.]
You think they fit? I wonder why.
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What could it mean? Anaxagoras is only more curious to find out; although this seemed to be incurred from a slight misunderstanding, it also allowed him to see another side of Hansa he hadn't anticipated. His touch remains light and consistent all the while. ]
Many think of wolves as simply solitary beings. But they forget that they are highly sociable. As well as underneath hold a gentle nature.
...Hm, and I will not forget - a propensity towards a playfulness as well.
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[.....Really got it in one, huh.]
[The touching is continuing. Hansa is surprised to feel a little warmth, like a flame, seeping into the back of his neck.]
[He is doing his best to ignore it, instead sort of tickling behind that horn he's still holding.]
Are dromas playful, too? Heh.
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[ ...Like a dromas. Smh at this man. He sounds? A little proud of that somehow.
Anaxagoras then lets out a sudden little laugh at some point at the tickling, looking surprised, one hand going to his mouth for a second, face flushing slightly. Hansa may be blushing (?) where Anaxagoras can't see, but that isn't the case with Anaxa's face clearly slightly reddened. ]
That tickles, just so you know!
[ He clears his throat, and then does answer, one hand still consistent with the little ear rubs, or scritches, as it is called. ]
Dromas tend to be rather peaceful, relaxed beings. They are difficult to rouse into anger, for example - and in normal circumstances, anyway. Though, they can have a playful temperament depending on how they are raised. But, that too is uncommon.
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Does it? I should do it more.
[He will give him a reprieve though for a little moment to listen to his explanation, even as that warmth is spreading into his ears, now. His voice is quieter, feeling more distracted by the touch by the second. Embarrassing! That's embarrassing.]
You're not relaxed or peaceful. [Another little scratch behind the horns.] Then again, maybe its because of me.
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Oh, should you now?
[ Maybe the question is who is embarrassing who? But, with the way Hansa's voice is getting quieter, he's focusing right on that as well. Clearly, his actions are having an effect.
He's also about to respond to that other statement at first, but then the little scratch comes out, and a short, brief sound escapes him. It was not a laugh. Nope. It didn't cause more red to leap onto his face, either.
(It was. And, it did.) ]
Tsk. Maybe it is because of you. You're quite the wolfish troublemaker...though, you're proud of that, aren't you?
[ Sneaking one of his hands back on over to give both of those ears some more attention. ]
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[Ah, here's a new instinct coming on. Here it goes. His leg is moving, and its...]
[Thumping a little against the floor.]
[God, this is demoralizing, but sort of in a very pleasurable way. This is EMBARRASSING.]
[He's throwing down a hand to put that leg down THANK YOU...even as he's tilting his head to offer him a tooth-filled smile.]
If I said "yes", would you blush more for me?
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For a moment he is almost wholly distracted by the entirety of the wolfpuppy Hansa vibes is embodying all the while. It's incredible. For a small moment, his lips turn upwards, kind of - charmed? Cute...he moves one hand atop that head too for a moment.
Then, he says that. Damnit! Even his ears feel like they're burning. ]
Why would I do that? After all, you're the one being like this. Hmph, I had no idea you liked it this much.
...Yet, like this, I cannot find myself looking away.
[ He's saying this softly all the while, but also half-blurting this out because his face did unfortunately darken a tad more, feeling it burn all the while. Anaxagoras hopes it embarrasses Hansa more instead. His...strangely endearing self. ]
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[He said that?]
[In that tone?]
[That warmth isn't in his neck. It isn't in his ears. It's almost certainly found itself a home in his cheeks now, like its wanting to burn him up from the inside.]
[Hansa freezes, a little speechless as the words settle in - said like THAT - and pulls his own hands back to shelter in his lap. One hand moves to rub over his mouth as he glances away (as much as he loathes to, Anaxagoras looks stunning in that warm color), as if that could make some pitiful attempt at hiding the red in his face.]
I think this is really getting to us, haha...we need to take a breather.
[It's the effect of the animal features. Of course.]
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...Exactly.
That's exactly what's happening.
[ Anaxagoras says this quickly, bringing his hands back to himself with a swiftness himself.
He's sitting there, surprised at himself.
...The idea is also frightening. Yes, animal features. There's no way Hansa would have normally become embarrassed otherwise. Even himself... ]
Tsk, perhaps I was too elated by being a dromas. Perhaps...it was the animalistic nature that was the fault for us both.
[ He can even allow an out for them both, clearing his throat, looking away finally for a moment as well, because if he keeps staring...well. ]
...More importantly, what we should be doing is focusing on the dire implications of ah, our situation. There's something I probably should mention to you based upon my weekly observations, after all.
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[Dire implications. He has to repeat that a few times in his head. Calm down. They were just having fun. They got qualities they can't control now. It's alright. It's fine. Breathe in and out.]
Hm. [A little huff, collecting himself, as he glances back at the other man.] Okay! Tell me about it. Let's hear it.
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[ It was all just in the name of an animalistic biological impulse - which manifested in a desire for nonsense, or otherwise.
He lets out a little breath of his own, and, surprisingly, his expression becomes a bit serious. ]
...Do you remember when I spoke about observing the sky before?
I've kept it up this week as well. I noticed now that it appears stars - or planets - dimmed, though have not decreased in number.
There is now also a swirl in the subtle shift I recognized before.
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[But it was fun. It was fun...]
A...swirl? As in the stars, or the sky itself?
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Anaxagoras does consider the question carefully, eyebrows furrowing, because it was kind of odd, looking at it the way he was. ]
It was...the landscape of the stars itself - I believe the sky.
I imagine as time progresses, the amount of anomalies will rise. Particularly if it is evidence of a false sky.
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[He frowns as he rubs at his chin, pensive.]
I did think initially this was a Bounded Field. But this is egregious even for that...
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[ Anaxagoras feels like it is very likely for him to seriously consider it, though.
But, while they are discussing this...he realizes he has no idea what the other man has just mentioned. ]
Though, while we are at it, what exactly is a Bounded Field supposed to be?
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[Well, how to explain...]
It's like...a bubble. Like making a space to isolate it from the outside world. It's magically created.
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...But, essentially, may not be powerful enough to make a false sky.
Though, if it is strong enough, an isolated space may reflect one such, I imagine, based upon the magical power put into place?
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[Hrmmmmm. He's screwing up his face, a little miffed by the idea.]
Yes. Basically, whatever the creator of the Bounded Field wants you to see, it appears. But your limits are bound by your magical abilities. You couldn't create, like, a whole city, for example. A piece of it, maybe.
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...I don't suppose such a thing could be easily punched and smashed to smithereens from the outside or anything, can it? I imagine it might require a much more intense force than from a singular individual.
[ A slight smirk appears at this time, though, as if he is considering...something else? ]
Or maybe it'd involve whacking the one who made it so they stop it?
[ ...Anaxa... ]
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You know, great minds think alike....?
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[ Saying that a little distracted, because it is just him or are the satisfaction vibes radiating off him in a bigger way???
Well, one way to make certain. ]
Though, you seem rather delighted at the prospect. Particularly so.
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[He can't even hide it. He really is this delighted about a direct approach.]
Sometimes force is the best solution to an unconquerable problem.
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...And in retrospect, doesn't surprise him either, given their previous conversations. ]
That is certainly true.
I can only imagine the looks of those being suddenly thwarted of such deeply-constructed plans by the power of brute force. And, there is also nothing to say that lessons can be taught this way to those deserving.
[ Anaxagoras would reserve such "teaching of lessons" for only enemies, though. ]