I don't lie 'less I got a good reason to. [ He's not smart enough to lie that much or that extravagantly; most of the time his lies are of omission, a refusal to speak. Things to protect himself. Or, in his estimation, things to protect other people from their fool selves, like when he lied to Summer about waiting a full quarter bell before showing up.
The explanation about Ardbert does not have its intended soothing effect. He mantles his wings--arms, whatever, they're the same thing at this point--knocking the other toothbrush into the sink. His tail, wrapped around his feet, flicks sharply.
It's already a very strange feeling to be so compared to people he doesn't know and never will. It would bother him less, probably, if the comparisons were negative, or the people involved less apparently heroic. Compliments already make him uncomfortable; this sort of thing makes him feel like he's being looked at (he hates it) and being utterly misinterpreted to be some good thing he's manifestly not (worse).
If that's what you think I am, you're just gonna be disappointed.
He growls quietly, a much lower rumble than he can manage with his normal throat. ]
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The explanation about Ardbert does not have its intended soothing effect. He mantles his wings--arms, whatever, they're the same thing at this point--knocking the other toothbrush into the sink. His tail, wrapped around his feet, flicks sharply.
It's already a very strange feeling to be so compared to people he doesn't know and never will. It would bother him less, probably, if the comparisons were negative, or the people involved less apparently heroic. Compliments already make him uncomfortable; this sort of thing makes him feel like he's being looked at (he hates it) and being utterly misinterpreted to be some good thing he's manifestly not (worse).
If that's what you think I am, you're just gonna be disappointed.
He growls quietly, a much lower rumble than he can manage with his normal throat. ]
Wish you'd stop with the compliments.