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[ In all of the time that they have fought together as knights, it has always been Percival scolding the others for their foolishness and recklessness. For allowing themselves to be captured, tricked, or otherwise bested. He'd grown accustomed to saving his friends from such perils, but very rarely falling into them himself.

Which is why, aside from never having experienced death before, much less lived again to tell about it, this is all so very new. He isn't sure what to expect when he returns back home, his mood clearly more somber than usual, but passerbys on the street seem more than happy to see him. They are being lauded as heroes, or so he understands, and Percival can't imagine anything less heroic than the reality...

Unwanted praise aside, his walk and return to Olympia is relatively normal. He isn't sure whether to hope for peace and quiet, or if the boisterous voice of Vane and Cain would put his mind more at ease.

Can his mind be put at ease right now?

He's ready to face his friends now, but he isn't ready for the sort of reaction Vane throws at him immediately. Percival, clearly shaken and surprised both by the intensity of Vane coming towards him and grabbing him and the usage of his proper name.

For the first time, Vane may be witnessing true, dumbfounded shock. ]

Vane. [ His own voice is uncharacteristically low. ]

[ he doesn't have a lot of insight into what percival thinks or how he's taking this entire farce, but it's never difficult to see that there's always some sense of dishonesty. sometimes this lack of complete truth is light-hearted. put into the forms of threats he won't entirely act on or insults that don't really have any venom. but, then there are times like now where he feels this lie comes in the form of how unperturbed percival can seem.

how calm he is. how his face doesn't really give a way into seeing what he thinks. hence, vane never really knows. he doesn't think of the whole event as a matter of pride or anything else for percival. if anything, he'd echo similar sentiments to olympia. of his acts always being heroic and coming from a place of benevolence, honor, and kindness befitting of his status as a knight and a future ruler of a kingdom close to their own.

but, more than even those sentiments, he does feel something else. maybe it was something like fear. worry. he hasn't slept a lot recently. hasn't really rested his mind and all its over-active thoughts (whether they're fruitful lines of consideration is something else entirely). he feels a lot of things. though that always tended to be the case with vane who was always bleeding with feelings; always quick to shed tears and share sympathy.

regardless as soon as his mind settles, he instantly begins to look percival up and down. even attempting to grab and turn him around to see if anything is out of place. surprisingly... nothing is, and he breathes out a heavy sigh, and then:. ] ... it feels weird when you call me that.

[ it's weird when percival isn't putting on airs. isn't calling him some form of a mongrel.

then, he puts both hands on percival's cheeks and seems to stare into him. it really is him. he looks shocked, but it's definitely him. ] Thank god. I really thought... [ that maybe he wasn't going to return? no, that's not possible. but he probably did dread something close enough. ]

[ His expression remains one of confusion and shock for a long moment, but it is ultimately fleeting. Even in the face of beating death, of being greeted with a seriousness he’s seldom seen present in Vane’s voice or face, he is nothing if not emotionally spry. He bounces back nearly immediately, at least in appearance, but his voice still betrays a bit of shakiness.

He is… actually quite touched to receive a reception like this from Vane. Not that he can properly vocalize it. ]

Have you come to like being addressed as the dog you are, then? Perhaps you’ve finally learned your pla— [ It’s hard for this statement to be taken seriously when his voice has a tinge of fondness. ] — What are you doing?! Unhand me!

[ He doesn’t really have any fight in him to resist, however, and he allows himself to be turned around, but immediately swats Vane’s hand away with a grimace.

He can’t bring himself to pull away from Vane’s hands on his face, though. Not yet. Not when the warm touch reminds him that he is indeed alive. He gives Vane a small grin. ]

What is it? Did you really miss your master that much? I trust you haven’t made a complete mess of the house while I was gone, or else…

[ there's familiarity to those words. the way he speaks them. despite the roots of mockery they may have carried, they're probably the best words he could have heard in a time like this. with his hands still cupping percival's cheeks, vane gives him a light forehead bump with a grin of his own in return.

then, he gently drops his hands if just to search for percival's. he grabs the other knight's wrist, positioning his hand with its palm up. then vane makes a "paw" with his hand (now rolled into a fist) and places it right in percival's palm. ] Bark, bark! [ it's a very serious bark for a second, before his usual: ] ... ahahaha, I unintentionally played along.

But, as I thought, it's gotta at least be something like this. [ and... maybe most of all he's most pleased with percival being capable of being "himself." just like that, he feels like a huge weights been taken off his shoulders. maybe he's easy, but he genuinely couldn't be happier.

he feels like there's so much he saved up and wanted to say, but for now, it's nice to just enjoy percival's presence. ]

And of course I missed you, buddy.

hey ... wow ... i've never seen a furry irl

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