Kind of gutsy of you to claim it in front of everyone when said person's missing a hand, you know.
[He is damn lucky no one got nosey.
He just lets out a breath through his nose, rolling over onto his knees to start the bare minimum of a fire and scoop water into the teapot nearby, one that oddly matches how his Adeptus pot looks. Just gonna get that going before he gets distracted...]
You must think how I acted out in Mondstadt was pretty childish, then.
There are instruments that only need one hand to play, you know. Not to mention singing...
[Which requires no hands!! Though he doesn't see Lutha singing anytime soon with how self-conscious he is.
The mention of Mondstadt brings him back. Ah right...]
...Haha, a little. But I was pretty used to it. Musician...it's not exactly considered the most respectable profession for an Erebonian man. Especially when you're the son of a general.
I don't sing anymore. [It's muttered, though he nearly drops the teapot trying to hook it over the fire realizing he said "anymore", quickly backpedaling with a broad gesture to the zither on the table.]
Why do you think I bothered to pick that thing up? I wasn't about to waste my time on something I didn't think I could use anymore. It's not like I like to torture myself by looking at the thing.
[So what if he hasn't really found a way to make his left arm useful enough............... maybe he'll keep trying when people stop perceiving him! ///
The topic dips into Elliot's father, though, and Lutha goes quiet. He remembers that memory, of being out as a refugee, of not being with a parent but with other kids, of being frightened and low on food. Was that an act of this general, or something that led to the position? The displeasure sits heavy in his gut.]
Mn. Family with power like that get shitty expectations on your shoulders when you're part of the bloodline. Or... something like that.
Respectable shit shouldn't matter. At least you're happy. Right?
So you did used to sing? [INTRIGUING.] Haha, fair enough. I am thinking of how you can play this with one hand....it's an interesting challenge.
[Even while they're conversing, he's running it through his mind. Such is his way]
Yeah, something like that. We're not nobility so it's not like I had as much pressure as Rean or our friend Jusis to uphold the family duty, but... [Well. It was there]
Mm. I am happy. Naysayers don't really get to me anymore.
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[He is damn lucky no one got nosey.
He just lets out a breath through his nose, rolling over onto his knees to start the bare minimum of a fire and scoop water into the teapot nearby, one that oddly matches how his Adeptus pot looks. Just gonna get that going before he gets distracted...]
You must think how I acted out in Mondstadt was pretty childish, then.
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[Which requires no hands!! Though he doesn't see Lutha singing anytime soon with how self-conscious he is.
The mention of Mondstadt brings him back. Ah right...]
...Haha, a little. But I was pretty used to it. Musician...it's not exactly considered the most respectable profession for an Erebonian man. Especially when you're the son of a general.
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Why do you think I bothered to pick that thing up? I wasn't about to waste my time on something I didn't think I could use anymore. It's not like I like to torture myself by looking at the thing.
[So what if he hasn't really found a way to make his left arm useful enough............... maybe he'll keep trying when people stop perceiving him! ///
The topic dips into Elliot's father, though, and Lutha goes quiet. He remembers that memory, of being out as a refugee, of not being with a parent but with other kids, of being frightened and low on food. Was that an act of this general, or something that led to the position? The displeasure sits heavy in his gut.]
Mn. Family with power like that get shitty expectations on your shoulders when you're part of the bloodline. Or... something like that.
Respectable shit shouldn't matter. At least you're happy. Right?
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So you did used to sing? [INTRIGUING.] Haha, fair enough. I am thinking of how you can play this with one hand....it's an interesting challenge.
[Even while they're conversing, he's running it through his mind. Such is his way]
Yeah, something like that. We're not nobility so it's not like I had as much pressure as Rean or our friend Jusis to uphold the family duty, but... [Well. It was there]
Mm. I am happy. Naysayers don't really get to me anymore.