[ bad! double bad! jiaoqiu is not really built to catch people, but he does his best - he scoots forward to try and steady taair with a soft curse under his breath, ears pinned back. ]
[ and it's right as this happen that the change seems to revert - the hair shrinks back to short, the heavy crown vanishes, and he clutches onto jiaoqiu's arms, sucking in a sharp, surprised breath.
and then blinking, he looks up? and it's all gone. ] --Jiaoqiu?
thankfully once he's less disoriented, taair doesn't have too much trouble - he rights himself after a moment, managing an appreciative smile, and then reaches up his other hand and rubs at his temples. ]
Indeed... oh, my head hurts. Did I frighten you...? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.
[ this answer comes immediately - warm and clearly grateful, relieved. much more normal taair, as he sets his hand to his heart. ] Can I help you with the cooking again?
[ ughhghgh his least favorite question. it's not that he isn't aware of what just happened, but he thought he might be able to get out of answering any questions about it. still, jiaoqiu is way too quick, and he sighs. ]
... It's... a bit complicated. But...yes. My parents were once the King and Queen of the State of Iria. [ a beat ] Please don't tell anyone...
[ jiaoqiu seems like the like. last person to tell a secret, but he can't help himself - it's reflexive. ] It was a bit strange, wasn't it...? I'm not sure how much I enjoyed it, either.
[ wry - tugging a tiny half smile on his face as he says it, though it's not quite there. ]
I don't... [ .... ] ...Well. You know the saying. Heavy is the head that wears the crown.
[ his manners are impeccable as ever, even though that is an absolutely impossible thing to make happen, he appreciates the immediacy and kindness of it, anyway. ]
Unfortunately... there is not all that much to be done. Perhaps it won't be that way. [ it will be ] But the only way a king leaves his bloodline is rebellion or revolt.
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and then blinking, he looks up? and it's all gone. ] --Jiaoqiu?
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wow he hated that!! is that what it's like to others!! will he stop doing it himself? no. anyway. ]
Taair. [ jesus. he adjusts, keeping him up. ] What a terrible thing this week has been doing...
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thankfully once he's less disoriented, taair doesn't have too much trouble - he rights himself after a moment, managing an appreciative smile, and then reaches up his other hand and rubs at his temples. ]
Indeed... oh, my head hurts. Did I frighten you...? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.
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Let's go to the kitchen, hm? Shake you free of the rest of this. [ waits, though, because he doesn't want to see taair just obediently do it. ]
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I would like that very much.
[ this answer comes immediately - warm and clearly grateful, relieved. much more normal taair, as he sets his hand to his heart. ] Can I help you with the cooking again?
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You can, yes. I'd like that. [ and he'll start to lead them both, but as they're walking: ] Taair. Are you royalty, of some kind?
[ he's got such a jumbled sense of where taair came from, but the crown is a dead give-away. ]
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... It's... a bit complicated. But...yes. My parents were once the King and Queen of the State of Iria. [ a beat ] Please don't tell anyone...
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[ huff. ]
I didn't enjoy seeing you like that.
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[ jiaoqiu seems like the like. last person to tell a secret, but he can't help himself - it's reflexive. ] It was a bit strange, wasn't it...? I'm not sure how much I enjoyed it, either.
[ wry - tugging a tiny half smile on his face as he says it, though it's not quite there. ]
I don't... [ .... ] ...Well. You know the saying. Heavy is the head that wears the crown.
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[ according to the rules he just made up ]
We'll find something to prevent whatever that was. I won't see you deadeyed and obedient.
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makes him laugh? like this soft, startled noise ]
Jiaoqiu... [ god. if only. ] Thank you.
[ his manners are impeccable as ever, even though that is an absolutely impossible thing to make happen, he appreciates the immediacy and kindness of it, anyway. ]
Unfortunately... there is not all that much to be done. Perhaps it won't be that way. [ it will be ] But the only way a king leaves his bloodline is rebellion or revolt.