Pestilentem PC: Seymour

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[0202]

They're all meant for whoever I decide to give them to~

[To be honest he does like everyone here, there is nobody who would be denied hot chocolate on such a cold day.]

You looked like you needed a little warmth anyway.

[taintedfayth]

[The mug is certainly bringing a little bit of feeling back to his hands, he can't deny that much. Apparently not all of the stinging pain was from keeping things locked away inside rather than sharing them with others...]

... I believe we all could, after this week. And not just because of the weather.

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[Seymour...]

It's been difficult with everyone having to keep their distance, hasn't it?

[Blade himself likes physical contact, so this week has been awful for him.]

[taintedfayth]

[At that, something flashes across his eyes, and his grip on the mug tightens just a bit.]

I suppose, if one is fond of that sort of thing. But as a maester and a high priest, it would be frowned upon for me to engage in such casual contact.

[It's a lie, but he doesn't really care to tell the truth.]

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[This is so surprising to him because the priest he knows (not Hansa) is very friendly and always pats people on the shoulders and the head.]

Not even a handshake or fist bump?

[That sounds so lonely!]

[taintedfayth]

[He tilts his head questioningly, one eyebrow arching in curiosity.]

Why would I do such things?

[In Spira you bow?]