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And they certainly won't do that! No apologies, no "sorry we almost got you all killed and probably traumatized at least a few of you", nothing! How exceptionally rude to assume a group of strangers would be okay with something so dreadful!

And of course no one here will speak against the Roaka as a whole, because "they didn't know" or "they seem to mean well."

[It's acidic, vitriolic, though he's still not openly yelling or losing composure; just the same, Garista can be seen looking over and down from the bed in the loft, peach either finished or abandoned for the time being in favor of trying to see what's going on. Because you guys are making lots of noise and he isn't sure what's being said, but you all sound Mad and he's not sure if you're fighting or not.]

[Yeager does glance up at Garista for a moment before returning his attention to the conversation, because this is fascinating.]

Yes, precisely! It doesn't matter that they put us through something like that without so much as a warning because they've been helpful and kind and didn't attack us on sight or some other nonsense. They'll twist what happened around until it isn't the Roakas' fault at all - perhaps even until it was our fault!

Of course they will.

[Because that's what always happens, isn't it.]

Seeing as I haven't heard reports of a large number of us dying yet, I imagine most will want to forgive this under the notion that there was no harm done in the end.

Naturally! I wouldn't be surprised if the whole incident is forgotten about in a month or so, as though it never really mattered in the first place.

Such things usually are. If we see them again later it will be mentioned to the newcomers, but only as an afterthought, and likely presented as some kind of misunderstanding.

[He's still tense, and he's still really mad about this if he's honest, but all of this seems to be calming him down in some way? There's less barely-handled anger behind everything, at least; still some agitation, but less...all of that.]

[See, bitching about it really helps!!]

Ja, of course. And in time, it won't even be something they'll remember to mention, because to them so many more "worse" things have happened.

[It does, weirdly enough.]

But surely that's fine, because they were receptive to trade with us. I'm certain that Asgore at least is going to continue to insist that they're good people, blindly trusting fool that he is.

[It's not even that he dislikes Asgore, because he doesn't, but damn he's not in the mood to hear about how we have to remain positive towards these people.]

Oh, of course he is. And he'll just look sad if anyone says anything negative about them, because he likes them.

[Yeager shrugs a bit at that. He doesn't sound angry or upset at Asgore, this is just a fact of life.]

It'll be best to avoid the topic with him all together.

I'd imagine so.

[...Garista, meanwhile, is still up there kind of vibrating a lot because he was told to go to bed and he understands that he's supposed to stay there until told to do otherwise, but as far as he's concerned this weird loud person has come into the house and now things aren't okay, so logically the house probably needs defending even though he was sent upstairs.

So, naturally, he's just going to have to defend the house from up here.

The initial scream is...impressively loud in an enclosed space, actually, and it gets Alexei to startle a bit before he turns to figure out what the fuck- ]

Oh, what is upsetting you now...

[Yeager winces at that and looks up at Garista.]

Oh my, maybe we're upsetting the poor thing.

[Does... does it not understand bitching...]

[Ah...]

Probably so - it isn't as though he understands many words. I think the most he comprehends is his name, occasionally my name, and a handful of commands that I've taught him. He likely doesn't know what's going on.

[oh my god. just.]

Come here, Garista. Near me.

[The snake seems to take a moment to deliberate, as though trying to decide how brave he feels like being - screaming from the bed in the loft is one thing, actually approaching is another entirely, and he is suddenly not sure this is a good idea? Oh god oh man.

He'll come down eventually, though, eyeing Yeager suspiciously and coming to coil up...more behind Alexei than alongside but you know what, it's an attempt. This is an acceptable place to be brave from, however, and it's going to be emitting noises that, uh... Well, they might be attempts at growling but they come off more like weird murring noises that are trying very hard to be threatening and falling well short of actually being threatening.]

...He really doesn't seem fond of you, does he.

[It gets a smirk that might be fond if it were coming from anyone else.]

He certainly wouldn't be the first one! It seems most of them aren't very fond of me for some reason!

[yeah what could that reason possibly be, who knows]

Well, he's certainly had your attention this entire time, whether he wants it or not.

[He's kind of noticed you looking at the snake, buddy.]

Well, of course! He's very cute!

[...yep, that's all there is to it.]

[...You know, his first thought is that he's mildly surprised that Yeager doesn't have one, seeing as he obviously finds them so endearing; however, the comment about most of them not liking him kind of implies that he's come across a lot of them, or maybe that he's been seeking them out for some reason-

...

Oh.

Oh, no.

Really?

He's quiet for a moment before glancing down at Garista, who still seems very annoyed at Yeager's presence and seems very determined to just kind of keep murring at him until morale improves; he doubts Garista even knows what would be considered morale improvement at this point, but damn if he's not insisting that morale needs to improve somehow.]

If you find them so endearing, I intend to return to the island sometime in the near future. I plan to check on the colonies I know of, and see if they've managed to survive the eruption without anything terrible befalling them.

Come along if you like; perhaps we'll find one that tolerates you.

[Oh, that's...

Hmm. That's something he doesn't really want to think too much about, actually.]

It would be nice to make sure they're still around, ja. I suppose I wouldn't mind the company~!

[please help him obtain a fursnake...]

I'll let you know when I'm leaving, then.

[This is weird and awkward, and he's not sure he likes it; at the same time, Yeager did do him something of a favor today, albeit unintentionally so.]

...I appreciate that you came here today. [...] Even if Garista doesn't...

Oh, is that what you've decided to name him?

Don't mention it, though!

The man he's named after was someone I knew a few years ago. No one you would have reason to know.

[Garista of the fursnake variety seems to have realized that he is, in some capacity, being spoken about, and as such he stops with the irritated noises and just kind of looks up at Alexei and offers a little chirping noise, tilting its head a bit.]

...He was a strategist.

[wow, alexei]

...Oh dear.

[He sounds like he's trying hard not to laugh.]

That does sound like quite the fun namesake!

It seemed apt.

[His snake is such a dumbass.]

[It really is...]

Be sure to let me know whenever you'd like to head out to check on Garista's friends! I am curious to see what happened to them...

..If the Roaka have a ceremony centered around it, that volcano must erupt regularly. The fact that there are colonies at all on that island implies that they probably know what to do and where to go when it explodes like that.

They're probably fine. But I want to check for myself.

Ja, of course. I'd be surprised if they were harmed, but we may as well check!

[And more importantly, obtain one for himself.]

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