[ The tension is almost palatable, and growing with every second. The way Gilgamesh pointedly looks away, Setsuna withdrawing once again, Vietnam's brief but visible disheartened look. Should they even bother, attempting to save the moment, when said moment was so visibly soured? Jae-ha doesn't know the answer himself, because even if it breaks his heart that Vietnam's efforts might go to waste, even his patience has its limits. But for now, he can only keep trying, voice lifting to a degree that it's nowhere near genuine anymore. He's straining. ]
Oh, Middle Eastern. Is that--?
[ Whatever Jae-ha was going to say, whether it be curiosity as to whether these dishes were an homage to Setsuna or Gilgamesh's home, or a question about a specific dish-- it doesn't matter. He grows quiet at the first sign of Gilgamesh's singing, saved from the fate of blathering on too much and possibly worsening the atmosphere rather than helping it. He doesn't know what to make of the situation, but his pleasant voice is a welcome interruption.
This is a song that must mean something to Setsuna, if the way he pauses and abruptly stands up is any indication. This is all so very, very strange. He thought he had known the meaning of family, the family he's come to find in his dragon brethren and Yona, and though they had their disagreements, he was the only one that didn't tend to wear his heart on his sleeve. So this? This is very different.
But perhaps this is what being a family meant, too. To accept each other despite deep flaws, despite how much you might come to hurt each other.
How would he know? He's always been alone, save for the kindness of an old woman, even if he told himself it was a choice rather than trying to understand why someone would abandon their child.
Jae-ha watches in marvel as Setsuna not only takes everyone's hand in his, but he moves to force them closer, too, drawing the three of them as much into his embrace as he could. Setsuna's arms may not be long, but they are strong enough to be a force to be reckoned with, so save for the initial surprise, Jae-ha offers no resistance.
It takes him a moment to respond, because this is all so sudden.
He'll never understand.
Maybe he should stop trying to understand.
Weakly at first, he returns the gesture, drawing his own arms around them, voice quiet so as to not interrupt Gilgamesh's singing if he wants to continue. ]
You guys, I swear... [ You, not the Noir forces, and not the birth of a new dragon, are going to give him an early death. ]
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Oh, Middle Eastern. Is that--?
[ Whatever Jae-ha was going to say, whether it be curiosity as to whether these dishes were an homage to Setsuna or Gilgamesh's home, or a question about a specific dish-- it doesn't matter. He grows quiet at the first sign of Gilgamesh's singing, saved from the fate of blathering on too much and possibly worsening the atmosphere rather than helping it. He doesn't know what to make of the situation, but his pleasant voice is a welcome interruption.
This is a song that must mean something to Setsuna, if the way he pauses and abruptly stands up is any indication. This is all so very, very strange. He thought he had known the meaning of family, the family he's come to find in his dragon brethren and Yona, and though they had their disagreements, he was the only one that didn't tend to wear his heart on his sleeve. So this? This is very different.
But perhaps this is what being a family meant, too. To accept each other despite deep flaws, despite how much you might come to hurt each other.
How would he know? He's always been alone, save for the kindness of an old woman, even if he told himself it was a choice rather than trying to understand why someone would abandon their child.
Jae-ha watches in marvel as Setsuna not only takes everyone's hand in his, but he moves to force them closer, too, drawing the three of them as much into his embrace as he could. Setsuna's arms may not be long, but they are strong enough to be a force to be reckoned with, so save for the initial surprise, Jae-ha offers no resistance.
It takes him a moment to respond, because this is all so sudden.
He'll never understand.
Maybe he should stop trying to understand.
Weakly at first, he returns the gesture, drawing his own arms around them, voice quiet so as to not interrupt Gilgamesh's singing if he wants to continue. ]
You guys, I swear... [ You, not the Noir forces, and not the birth of a new dragon, are going to give him an early death. ]