"Hm?" He follows where they point with his gaze, and it's a moment or two before it clicks. "Ah, no, you don't have to be ridiculous about it. It's really not that much of a hassle. Just stay here until you're ready."
While he's missed some nuance, it does cement in his head that the Hollow Knight is here and should stay here, contrary to whatever they think they ought to do. It is strikingly like they are, and have been, doing whatever they think he'd prefer.
Lemm thinks he's earned a little nosiness, and he studies their scarred torso with interest. Some fight they must have had. And he suspects they could still manage to crush him one-handed.
Sigh.
"Let me know if there's anything I can do for you." A beat. "Not that I plan on learning to be a good host this late in the game."
Lemm doesn't know why he instinctively reaches out to pat them on the shoulder. He manages one and the embarrassment catches up with him, so he hurriedly eases himself back up onto his feet and carries his tea back to his desk with him.
"I'm adding another shop rule, by the way. No dying on the premises."
The quiet returns, punctuated this time by the barely-perceptible sound of dust once more being brushed from the King's Idol.
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Date: 2020-09-01 02:48 pm (UTC)While he's missed some nuance, it does cement in his head that the Hollow Knight is here and should stay here, contrary to whatever they think they ought to do. It is strikingly like they are, and have been, doing whatever they think he'd prefer.
Lemm thinks he's earned a little nosiness, and he studies their scarred torso with interest. Some fight they must have had. And he suspects they could still manage to crush him one-handed.
Sigh.
"Let me know if there's anything I can do for you." A beat. "Not that I plan on learning to be a good host this late in the game."
Lemm doesn't know why he instinctively reaches out to pat them on the shoulder. He manages one and the embarrassment catches up with him, so he hurriedly eases himself back up onto his feet and carries his tea back to his desk with him.
"I'm adding another shop rule, by the way. No dying on the premises."
The quiet returns, punctuated this time by the barely-perceptible sound of dust once more being brushed from the King's Idol.