globs: (to baltimore bay)

[personal profile] globs 2019-06-12 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ normally, they'd complain about the patronizing attitude, but they're too shaken up to be as bristly as they usually are. Cinnabar's eyes are tired as they glance up into the darkness of his hood - but there's nothing to be read there. ]

... Do whatever you want.

[ if he wants to try and earn their trust... they won't stop him. ]
globs: (where are you?)

[personal profile] globs 2019-06-13 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
... Why do you cover your face?

[ that's been bothering them. None of the gems wear anything like that, and it's a little unsettling not being able to see what expression he's making. Cinnabar's already bad at social interactions. ]
globs: (i am softly watching you)

[personal profile] globs 2019-06-13 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ another vague answer. Cinnabar's brow furrows, but, again, they can't quite summon up the vigor to argue over it. As far as they're concerned, his wearing a hood and hiding his face makes him far more suspicious than his face ever could have. ]

Nothing you do makes any sense. You keep talking like there's someone above you giving orders, but you don't know who or what that is... Even so, you're still listening to it. Am I wrong?
globs: (your white skin)

[personal profile] globs 2019-06-15 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ well... that makes some sense to them, actually. If it had been them, they probably would have done the same thing. ]

So all of this has to happen, no matter what.