[Yuri just waves his free hand dismissively. It's not a yes or a no to that question, more of an it's complicated. Not that he won't call himself a piece of shit at the drop of a hat (because he is), but... yeah. Whether that failure was on himself or on the administrators or all of them seems up in the air to him sometimes. His Maker is vague like that.
It's complicated. There are better things to talk about. Except....
Except he really isn't sure if he should be trusting Lamorak's views on his Maker. He doubts anyone in the history of the world has ever referred to a vampire as 'a big softie.' Is it even physically possible for a vampire to act like that, or is this just a joke and the guy is actually a terrifying monster? But then, monsters don't go around helping people in bad places, so it must be the latter.
He's mulling all of that over when Lamorak leans in, and while he doesn't move from his spot (he's commandeered this desk, thank you), he does reflexively tense up a little. But it's nothing serious, just what could be easily defined as 'spicy banter.']
....................
[Or gossip.
Yuri stares. Oh god, is this turning into full-on gossip? Has he had the utter misfortune of running into a gossipy shit? What the hell is he supposed to do here?
There's a beat as his mind settles on a response.]
... He must have a hell of a lot of patience. [To want you as his Novice is the implication of how that sentence should be finished, because falling back on an insult is excellent socializing.]
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It's complicated. There are better things to talk about. Except....
Except he really isn't sure if he should be trusting Lamorak's views on his Maker. He doubts anyone in the history of the world has ever referred to a vampire as 'a big softie.' Is it even physically possible for a vampire to act like that, or is this just a joke and the guy is actually a terrifying monster? But then, monsters don't go around helping people in bad places, so it must be the latter.
He's mulling all of that over when Lamorak leans in, and while he doesn't move from his spot (he's commandeered this desk, thank you), he does reflexively tense up a little. But it's nothing serious, just what could be easily defined as 'spicy banter.']
....................
[Or gossip.
Yuri stares. Oh god, is this turning into full-on gossip? Has he had the utter misfortune of running into a gossipy shit? What the hell is he supposed to do here?
There's a beat as his mind settles on a response.]
... He must have a hell of a lot of patience. [To want you as his Novice is the implication of how that sentence should be finished, because falling back on an insult is excellent socializing.]