[Dylas wants to just let this all go. He's the one who yelled at Chuuya for trying to be nice, anyways. He's to blame for a lot of this, if not most of it.
It would be so easy to apologize, but instead he just stands in the morning room clutching burnt curtains and looking like a kicked animal. He holds one of his arms with his other hand. Words. What are words. Just...say something.]
It's...fine.
[So far, so good.]
I don't care what you do or what you think.
[Okay, so his "do whatever you want, that's fine" came out sounding like he's an asshole, but. Oh, well.]
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It would be so easy to apologize, but instead he just stands in the morning room clutching burnt curtains and looking like a kicked animal. He holds one of his arms with his other hand. Words. What are words. Just...say something.]
It's...fine.
[So far, so good.]
I don't care what you do or what you think.
[Okay, so his "do whatever you want, that's fine" came out sounding like he's an asshole, but. Oh, well.]