[His eyes glitter at an opportunity to set things right (to win out against his counterpart, consoling himself with the knowledge that if he can't have his first, then at least he won't come in second at something else: oh how maturity blossoms in him), which is a surefire sign that he is, of course, doing this for the right reasons....or something like that, anyway.
And therefore all admonishment melts away. Any sense of sensibility or balancing the scales is lost on him, as instead his focus shifts towards Kanan in newfound earnest, those oversized ears perking up just so.]
Mm. Well I would settle things, then. But I can't make up with him when he's wrong, Kanan, he'd just keep thinking that he's right about all this, and that I was jealous of him kissing her first [Technically, Astarion....]
How do I convince him to admit I was right all along?
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And therefore all admonishment melts away. Any sense of sensibility or balancing the scales is lost on him, as instead his focus shifts towards Kanan in newfound earnest, those oversized ears perking up just so.]
Mm. Well I would settle things, then. But I can't make up with him when he's wrong, Kanan, he'd just keep thinking that he's right about all this, and that I was jealous of him kissing her first [Technically, Astarion....]
How do I convince him to admit I was right all along?