[Well whatever dignity Emizel had gained might been lost, with gawking like that. ...The Tyrant was back to his old self. Something he had not seen in many hundreds of years. Something he presumed was lost to time, even.] I-I...
[He turned away slightly. This wasn't a way to act, especially not now! He's supposed to be an adult now!!]
[Standing up a bit straighter now.] A-as if any of us were gonna back down from a fight!
[Something perfectly daemonly to say. Perfect. Nailed it.]
no subject
[He turned away slightly. This wasn't a way to act, especially not now! He's supposed to be an adult now!!]
[Standing up a bit straighter now.] A-as if any of us were gonna back down from a fight!
[Something perfectly daemonly to say. Perfect. Nailed it.]