[That pause would be worrying, if not for the clear happiness rolling off of Caviar like morning fog off of the sea. The both of them seem to be at a momentary loss for what to say, and so Clotted Cream doesn't push for a response, patiently waiting for. Well. Whatever comes of it. So far, the overall response seems to be good. Which is... good.
And it's still good, even as the werewolf marches toward him, and it's even better the moment that he finds himself pulled into a crushing hug, so firm that he can feel a few of his bones pleasantly popping here and there. The tightness of it very briefly forces the breath out of him in a wheeze, gills flaring, but he wouldn't back out of it for the world. Not only is this something that he doesn't get to experience often, but with the popping of his bones comes the almost euphoric rush of knowing that everything is going to be okay.
After a moment, Clotted Cream figures out how to shift his hands without dropping the bag, and the hug is - if a little awkwardly - returned, as is the tightness. If he hears any sniffling from the Captain, it's certainly sea allergies. His eyes, too, are beginning to sting a bit. Something in the air.]
Of course. Not business. Just as... friends, if you'll have it.
[There were a lot of ways Caviar saw this going down in his mind, hugging isn't exactly something that happens often amongst Elders. This could've been far more awkward, and Caviar finds himself pleasantly caught off guard when Clotted Cream not only doesn't try to slip away, but even returns the hug. Good man!
But as much as he'd love to stand in this moment forever, they still have to talk, regardless if it's business or not. It's funny...and it shouldn't be...but Caviar can't seem to bring himself to be that upset over his own death. The experience was awful, don't get him wrong, he never wants to go through that again, but...the last time he and Clotted Cream were so close...shouldn't this be bringing back those terrible memories? Where is the gut wrenching pain? Why isn't he reliving those moments? He feels none of it, no fear or panic, his brain doesn't trick him into thinking he's taken his last breath.
The only thing he feels is relief that Clotted Cream seems just as happy to see him as he is.
Maybe...it's because he's never seen Clotted Cream as his murderer? The people who were luring people in...they were simply under a trance, weren't they? Clotted Cream would never hurt him, there would HAVE to be some element of magic to ever make that happen. It's just...how it is! Combine that with the Captain's remarkable capability to forgive so easily, maybe he really shouldn't be surprised that he isn't as traumatized as he should be.
With a hardy pat on his shoulder, Caviar finally pulls away enough so he can look Clotted Cream in the eye. He wants him, no...he NEEDS him to see how much he means everything he says from this point on. For the Consul's sake.]
Bah! In a world like this? Clotted Cream Cookie, we're family.
[Cookies need to stick together.]
There won't ever be a time were I wouldn't have it.
[Hugs are an awkward thing for Clotted Cream. He hasn't ever had many of them, not in the house he was raised in, so normally he would not have been so sure of his actions. Right now, though? This is what he needs. This is what he wants. Caviar clearly needs it, too, and that makes his decision all the more easy to make.
He can't even come close to comprehending why this is going as smoothly as it is, considering what happened, but he won't question it yet. They will talk, eventually. For now, this is enough.
The clap on his shoulder jolts him a little, but he doesn't mind. It gives him a warning to pull himself together, and so as Caviar meets his eyes, there's. Well. Maybe they're a little glassy, but maybe that's just a Mer thing. Surely that's all it is.]
Family... I like the sound of that. Family it is, then. And the family I've chosen is certainly more palatable than the family I was raised in.
[It's good, to finally be able to say it. With a smile, he shifts the canvas bag enough to be able to hold it between them in offering.]
Well, then! I suppose this gift is... not entirely needed in terms of apology, but it's for you regardless.
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Date: 2023-06-04 04:33 am (UTC)And it's still good, even as the werewolf marches toward him, and it's even better the moment that he finds himself pulled into a crushing hug, so firm that he can feel a few of his bones pleasantly popping here and there. The tightness of it very briefly forces the breath out of him in a wheeze, gills flaring, but he wouldn't back out of it for the world. Not only is this something that he doesn't get to experience often, but with the popping of his bones comes the almost euphoric rush of knowing that everything is going to be okay.
After a moment, Clotted Cream figures out how to shift his hands without dropping the bag, and the hug is - if a little awkwardly - returned, as is the tightness. If he hears any sniffling from the Captain, it's certainly sea allergies. His eyes, too, are beginning to sting a bit. Something in the air.]
Of course. Not business. Just as... friends, if you'll have it.
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Date: 2023-06-04 05:18 am (UTC)But as much as he'd love to stand in this moment forever, they still have to talk, regardless if it's business or not. It's funny...and it shouldn't be...but Caviar can't seem to bring himself to be that upset over his own death. The experience was awful, don't get him wrong, he never wants to go through that again, but...the last time he and Clotted Cream were so close...shouldn't this be bringing back those terrible memories? Where is the gut wrenching pain? Why isn't he reliving those moments? He feels none of it, no fear or panic, his brain doesn't trick him into thinking he's taken his last breath.
The only thing he feels is relief that Clotted Cream seems just as happy to see him as he is.
Maybe...it's because he's never seen Clotted Cream as his murderer? The people who were luring people in...they were simply under a trance, weren't they? Clotted Cream would never hurt him, there would HAVE to be some element of magic to ever make that happen. It's just...how it is! Combine that with the Captain's remarkable capability to forgive so easily, maybe he really shouldn't be surprised that he isn't as traumatized as he should be.
With a hardy pat on his shoulder, Caviar finally pulls away enough so he can look Clotted Cream in the eye. He wants him, no...he NEEDS him to see how much he means everything he says from this point on. For the Consul's sake.]
Bah! In a world like this? Clotted Cream Cookie, we're family.
[Cookies need to stick together.]
There won't ever be a time were I wouldn't have it.
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Date: 2023-06-25 04:24 pm (UTC)He can't even come close to comprehending why this is going as smoothly as it is, considering what happened, but he won't question it yet. They will talk, eventually. For now, this is enough.
The clap on his shoulder jolts him a little, but he doesn't mind. It gives him a warning to pull himself together, and so as Caviar meets his eyes, there's. Well. Maybe they're a little glassy, but maybe that's just a Mer thing. Surely that's all it is.]
Family... I like the sound of that. Family it is, then. And the family I've chosen is certainly more palatable than the family I was raised in.
[It's good, to finally be able to say it. With a smile, he shifts the canvas bag enough to be able to hold it between them in offering.]
Well, then! I suppose this gift is... not entirely needed in terms of apology, but it's for you regardless.