[ a strangled noise!! despite how it might have seemed like they were fishing, they actually weren't - to them, it's just a matter of fact, that a poisonous sludge-spreading crumbly gem like themself isn't as pretty as others like Diamond or Lapis - so they're thoroughly embarrassed by his compliments. It's hard to tell without their powder, but their whole face is flushed red. ]
[ they stop walking, clutching the jar close to their chest, and they'd like to glare at him, but they're too embarrassed for eye contact at the moment. ]
[ without faith in the compliments, Cinnabar's mind turns them into sarcastic jibes, instead. Lune is impossible to read, anyway, between his tone and his invisible face. ]
You said you'd earn my trust... You haven't done it yet.
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[they repeat the word as if they haven't said it themselves before - but there is still a smile in their voice]
Even so, that does not detract from how cute you are. Your attitude and tendencies are very endearing.
Thank you for your help today.
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[ a strangled noise!! despite how it might have seemed like they were fishing, they actually weren't - to them, it's just a matter of fact, that a poisonous sludge-spreading crumbly gem like themself isn't as pretty as others like Diamond or Lapis - so they're thoroughly embarrassed by his compliments. It's hard to tell without their powder, but their whole face is flushed red. ]
S-shut up! I said stop! You're embarrassing me!
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except lune is just laughing lightly at that, a little bit endeared. they don't sound mocking, at the very least]
Does the truth fluster you so?
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[ they make Cinnabar feel embarrassed, yes, but they don't believe them - not one bit. ]
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Oh? I wouldn't say that exactly... I have lived a very long life, after all. I consider myself a rather excellent judge of beauty, and character.
I can confidently say that you possess both.
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[ they stop walking, clutching the jar close to their chest, and they'd like to glare at him, but they're too embarrassed for eye contact at the moment. ]
If you're done, I'm leaving...
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Will you come see me again?
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[ they sound rather beaten-down. ]
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[ without faith in the compliments, Cinnabar's mind turns them into sarcastic jibes, instead. Lune is impossible to read, anyway, between his tone and his invisible face. ]
You said you'd earn my trust... You haven't done it yet.
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Then what would you suggest? Is there a way you would prefer to be taken care of?
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[ this is all the advice they're willing to give, apparently. ]
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If you ever need assistance, you need but only ask.
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