[And unsolicited, at that! But it's fine; he appreciates a little helpful nudge every now and then, if it comes from a place of at least a little genuine concern. Is he guessing? Sure, a bit, but Liem seems like an upright gentleman who wouldn't just roast a near stranger on the street.
Like, who would do that? Just sass strangers? Unthinkable. Anyway.]
At home, I am a governor! I suppose most of what I do is paperwork and talking to diplomats. It has its moments.
[Liem’s answer to Constantin’s observation is simply a mild look. It might be advice and sass. It can be both things. Giving advice is a non-trivial part of his job, usually. The sass… less so. That’s more like the tax that comes attached for making use of his services outside of work hours.]
That’s a lofty position. I can’t imagine many people have asked your assistance with something as trivial as hauling things into the garbage.
[So… oops? Sorry for probably being the first. He coughs gently, suddenly regretting his own audacity. If Liem had known, he probably would have just let the garbage can fall on him instead.]
[Sassing him and then being awkward about the trash thing is going to send mixed messages, sir! Constantin laughs, giving him a hardy pat on the shoulder, except not really all that hardy because his ill-timed superstrength has already left him, again. One day he'll figure it out.
Anyway: bud, please.]
And? I am only the governor in my own home! What do you do? Surely not a trash collector in your own world?
[Considering he lost the battle against one can...]
[Well now he’s embarrassed and confused. Liem has never encountered a governor who wasn’t obsessed with their own status. In fact, he could probably say the same for any member of Taldor’s nobility—perhaps with the sole exception of its princess. But then, it has already been established that the city Constantin hails from is not very much like Liem’s home at all.]
No.
[Of course he’s not a trash collector. Is this how garbage men dress where Constantin comes from? This one day of community service has netted him more sass than it has peace of mind.]
I’m a priest.
[He’s a priest in a city where he’s free to explore anywhere but the local temples. Somewhere, the gods of this world are having a good chuckle at his expense.]
[That's how he keeps 'em guessing, Liem. It makes perfect sense to Constantin; why, actually, should he toss around his myriad titles in a place where they mean nothing at all? It isn't as if they've done much for him before.
Anyway, maybe garbage men are fussy little guys in some places... it could happen.]
Oh! Really! I don't meet many proper men of faith doing my paperwork, [and also because his country straddles the line between abiding by the local faith and not, for Neutrality Reasons, but still,] so you must tell me all about it.
[Maybe not all. Maybe just some. But do it over a semi-quiet drink in this cafe that they've finally reached, while Constantin asks very many polite questions...]
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[And unsolicited, at that! But it's fine; he appreciates a little helpful nudge every now and then, if it comes from a place of at least a little genuine concern. Is he guessing? Sure, a bit, but Liem seems like an upright gentleman who wouldn't just roast a near stranger on the street.
Like, who would do that? Just sass strangers? Unthinkable. Anyway.]
At home, I am a governor! I suppose most of what I do is paperwork and talking to diplomats. It has its moments.
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That’s a lofty position. I can’t imagine many people have asked your assistance with something as trivial as hauling things into the garbage.
[So… oops? Sorry for probably being the first. He coughs gently, suddenly regretting his own audacity. If Liem had known, he probably would have just let the garbage can fall on him instead.]
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Anyway: bud, please.]
And? I am only the governor in my own home! What do you do? Surely not a trash collector in your own world?
[Considering he lost the battle against one can...]
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No.
[Of course he’s not a trash collector. Is this how garbage men dress where Constantin comes from? This one day of community service has netted him more sass than it has peace of mind.]
I’m a priest.
[He’s a priest in a city where he’s free to explore anywhere but the local temples. Somewhere, the gods of this world are having a good chuckle at his expense.]
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Anyway, maybe garbage men are fussy little guys in some places... it could happen.]
Oh! Really! I don't meet many proper men of faith doing my paperwork, [and also because his country straddles the line between abiding by the local faith and not, for Neutrality Reasons, but still,] so you must tell me all about it.
[Maybe not all. Maybe just some. But do it over a semi-quiet drink in this cafe that they've finally reached, while Constantin asks very many polite questions...]