[So after being asked politely, Pavi goes. There was something about their relationship that, for all its other traits, had become almost domestic during their time together - and that's the sort of arrangement Pavi has distanced himself from in the intervening time. He's not sure if he wants to return to it, or if it's what the Marquis will expect.
[The Marquis opens the door, uncertain what to expect. His face is a mixture of emotions. His eyes are heavy with dark circles and he looks as though he's only just risen from bed. For a moment his hand on the door tightens as he rests a little more of his weight on it, but he steps back to allow him entry.]
[He chooses not to translate that; he wishes he hadn't even said that but he didn't expect to see him in a mask again. Now he chooses his words more carefully.]
I thought I dreamt you. I have not glanced at the network since yesterday morning.
And you might have said something yesterday. [Whether or not the Marquis is actually annoyed is a good question, because for all purposes he seems to be brushing past it into more playful territory.] I'm not at all certain my Inmate has been fed yet, because I have not been the one to do it, and now he's going to have to wait a little longer, isn't he?
[He was about to protest - he'd shown up, he'd make his presence intrusively obvious, what else could he have said? - but didn't because the conversation was taking a turn for the interesting. And...the strange.]
Because he's in Level Zero, and I don't want him too comfortable. [On any other day he might have said this with a smile showing off a little more of his true character, but it is clear that no matter how pleased he is to be in familiar company, the subject angers him.]
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[Pouting forever. :c]
No Reply. He's Waiting :|
So's Pavi. :||| HE'S A WARDEN NOW, HE GETS TO PLAY THE STUBBORN GAME TOO.
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Je vous on prie.
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He reaches the room and taps on the door.]
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Marchese, you do not look well at all.
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[He chooses not to translate that; he wishes he hadn't even said that but he didn't expect to see him in a mask again. Now he chooses his words more carefully.]
I thought I dreamt you. I have not glanced at the network since yesterday morning.
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Ah.
[He's really not sure how to salvage this, or even if it needs salvaging.]
You did not dream me? This is....a good thing, si?
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How is it that he cannot feed himself?
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