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Mydeimos

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Mydeimos

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not at all!

[strifeborne]

Then it sounds like we should work on that first.

[cyclus]

How?

[strifeborne]

[ For once in his life, because this is a serious conversation: ]I'm not sure.

[ He has no problem setting his own boundaries, mostly, as evident. He's not sure how to translate that into action for Phainon. ]

I suppose try telling people no more often. I'll have to look into it.

[cyclus]

I have yet to find something I want to say no to. It is foolish to begin to reject someone for the sake of it.

[strifeborne]

It's practice, is it not? Perhaps I will start asking you things I know you don't like in order to make you say no.

[cyclus]

Oh? Like what, Mr Know-it-All?

[strifeborne]

Come downstairs.

[cyclus]

This feels like a threat.

[strifeborne]

Come. Down.

failed at the first hurdle

[cyclus]

Fine! I'm coming.

[strifeborne]

[ When he does come down, Mydeimos is scrolling through his teleslate. He appears to be looking at the grocery app. Without looking up from it: ]

Congratulations, you failed.

[cyclus]

... Wait!

[ He was tricked! ]

Mydeimos! That was unfair!

[strifeborne]

[ He snorts a little at Phainon's outrage. ]

Turns out you're just too much of a good boy, I suppose.

[ And then, nonsensically: ]

Pickled fish eggs.

[cyclus]

[ Don't good boy him... ]

You asked me to come! You are too cruel.

[ And, yet, he walks over, to peer. ]

Is that what you want for dinner?

[strifeborne]

[ Without missing a beat: ]

Live octopus.

[cyclus]

... How would you eat it, if it were alive?

[ Are you okay, Mydei. ]

[strifeborne]

[ He taps something on the screen. ]

Salted crickets.

[ He does it again, squinting at something, then adds: ]

Fermented shark meat.

[cyclus]

Mydeimos, are you making the worst shopping list to ever exist?

[ Stepping over, he leans into him, peering over his shoulder with a frown. ]

I'm not sure we'd be able to make most of these taste good.

[strifeborne]

What the hell is a century egg? Whatever.

[ Adds it to the list. ]

Would you still eat it?

[cyclus]

[ Nose wrinkling, he considers. ]

I don't think I could stomach it.

[strifeborne]

[ Mydeimos looks proud for a second and then, carefully: ]

Is that a no?

[cyclus]

[ His eyes narrow, ever so slightly. Another test... ]

I don't want to eat them.

[strifeborne]

[ He debates the merits of calling Phainon out on not actually saying no, but he gives him this small win and nods, deleting the list. ]

Live octopus is surprisingly good, though, for the record.

[cyclus]

You've had it before?

[ Without him...?

Anyway. ]

You've proven your point.

[strifeborne]

[ Mydeimos gives Phainon a Look but doesn't elaborate. He'll get there in the end. (Maybe). ]

I simply don't want to see you suffering for the sake of your partner. It's not good for you, and it'd make me - It'd make them upset.