[Terra absolutely withers at that obvious shift in Ven's mood. His shoulders slump, his head sinks forward, his eyes dart guiltily away. His hands start to curl into fists at his sides but he forces them flat again.
Didn't take long for him to mess this up, did it?
... He just can't lie, though. He can't pretend he believes him when he says he's not Ven, he's someone else. Someone else who just happens to be identical to Ven. Right down to every last little spike of hair on his head.]
No, I am. [He argues weakly, still not looking at Ven.] I am listening, it's just...
[He searches desperately for the words to fix all of this, to give him his friend back or at least smoothe things over again (since he's guessing a hair ruffle isn't going to cut it right now). But, finding nothing he thinks might be convincing or reassuring or magically memory-restoring, he eventually settles for a defeated shrug and an equally defeated mumble:]
People don't have the exact same face for no reason.
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Didn't take long for him to mess this up, did it?
... He just can't lie, though. He can't pretend he believes him when he says he's not Ven, he's someone else. Someone else who just happens to be identical to Ven. Right down to every last little spike of hair on his head.]
No, I am. [He argues weakly, still not looking at Ven.] I am listening, it's just...
[He searches desperately for the words to fix all of this, to give him his friend back or at least smoothe things over again (since he's guessing a hair ruffle isn't going to cut it right now). But, finding nothing he thinks might be convincing or reassuring or magically memory-restoring, he eventually settles for a defeated shrug and an equally defeated mumble:]
People don't have the exact same face for no reason.
[They really don't.]