[In the end the coffin is never touched, and so...any repercussion that may or may not have resulted ends up not coming to pass. Whether the outcome would have been something actually active from the coffin, or a far stronger reprimand on Luocha's own part--such a question goes unanswered, at least here and now. (...Though the sense of threat did not come from Luocha, no, valid as that option might be as a guess on Caelus's part...)
Luocha's approach draws to a halt at a point where he ends up standing...well, a bit closer to the coffin than to Caelus. Though eye contact is held a moment, the latter young man's contrition in spoken word and leveled glance duly noted, whether genuine or not. A wry smile settles upon Luocha's features.]
No, it is not particularly polite, I'd agree.
[There's no bite to the acknowledgment; the slight edge of earlier has passed entirely from his tone, now that Caelus has stepped back from the coffin. ...Hmm. Honestly, considering the small series of events that has led up to this, Luocha honestly can't even entirely fault Caelus for the temptation...because leaving the young man alone even briefly in the same room as such a distinct object was probably bound to yield a result along these lines. It's just, there is a certain sort of impression that most any coffin will give off, after all, that tends to demand at least a bit more delicacy from most people. (Key word most.) The implied purpose of a coffin is usually sufficient enough to repel too-touchy inquiry all on its own...
But the Trailblazer evidently doesn't quite have such qualms. ...Can he tell there's something more than a deceased body there? One wonders...]
Still, a strong sense of curiosity is often at odds with politeness. Doubtless it's served you well enough in the past, but--hm? [It looks like--? The observation almost startles out a laugh, bluntly as it's put forth. Luocha glances to the coffin again, shifting over to lightly wrap a hand around one of its side handles. (There is another slight stir from within, not as vehement as moments earlier. Like a faint impression of a sigh of breath, though whether it's relieved or unhappy or some other sentiment is impossible to say.)] Well...I suppose you're not wrong, that my preferred dress rather matches it. We do hail from the same homeland, after all. Or do you mean to say that I carry rather coffin-like qualities of my own?
[Whatever that would even mean.....but, amusement lilting his tone, it seems Luocha at least isn't taking offense to the idea. He looks to Caelus once more.]
Either way. I'd not mind moving this article somewhere else, if you think you might find its presence too distracting while I check on your injury...
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Luocha's approach draws to a halt at a point where he ends up standing...well, a bit closer to the coffin than to Caelus. Though eye contact is held a moment, the latter young man's contrition in spoken word and leveled glance duly noted, whether genuine or not. A wry smile settles upon Luocha's features.]
No, it is not particularly polite, I'd agree.
[There's no bite to the acknowledgment; the slight edge of earlier has passed entirely from his tone, now that Caelus has stepped back from the coffin. ...Hmm. Honestly, considering the small series of events that has led up to this, Luocha honestly can't even entirely fault Caelus for the temptation...because leaving the young man alone even briefly in the same room as such a distinct object was probably bound to yield a result along these lines. It's just, there is a certain sort of impression that most any coffin will give off, after all, that tends to demand at least a bit more delicacy from most people. (Key word most.) The implied purpose of a coffin is usually sufficient enough to repel too-touchy inquiry all on its own...
But the Trailblazer evidently doesn't quite have such qualms. ...Can he tell there's something more than a deceased body there? One wonders...]
Still, a strong sense of curiosity is often at odds with politeness. Doubtless it's served you well enough in the past, but--hm? [It looks like--? The observation almost startles out a laugh, bluntly as it's put forth. Luocha glances to the coffin again, shifting over to lightly wrap a hand around one of its side handles. (There is another slight stir from within, not as vehement as moments earlier. Like a faint impression of a sigh of breath, though whether it's relieved or unhappy or some other sentiment is impossible to say.)] Well...I suppose you're not wrong, that my preferred dress rather matches it. We do hail from the same homeland, after all. Or do you mean to say that I carry rather coffin-like qualities of my own?
[Whatever that would even mean.....but, amusement lilting his tone, it seems Luocha at least isn't taking offense to the idea. He looks to Caelus once more.]
Either way. I'd not mind moving this article somewhere else, if you think you might find its presence too distracting while I check on your injury...