[He nods, nudging the basket over to Louis (much stronger) care with a slight smile.]
I have...! I know I've shared lunch before with you, but — this one is more planned. I just wanted to make sure you had a good meal today. And that you were ready for the winter. [He moves to hold up the musical note scarf with a slight smile, not quite as fully bright has it usually is, but... an improvement from last month.] I saw this and thought it was perfect for you, don't you think?
[He'll take the delicious basket because, hot damn, of course he will.]
Dude, you are literally the best. Like. Ever. Thank you!
[He's not used to getting gifts- his self-worth what it is, Louis never really feels like he deserves them. Once upon a time, Louis got whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it, and people gifting him things still feels strange.]
[He nods, looking a little more optimistic of his choices.]
Of course it's for you. Would such a scarf match anyone more intensely than you?
[Louis is one of the few people he's met who is talented with music. Diarmuid sings hymns in so-so singing, the kind one does under their breath, hoping nobody else hear's them too loudly. He certainly can appreciate who the proper owner of a musically themed scarf is.]
And think nothing of it... There are plenty in Deerington better than I, I assure you.
[If he's garnered a creeping blush, it's absolutely Louis' fault.
The monk's hardly used to such boldly proclaimed compliments to his character.]
[Louis doesn't really know where to put himself. Having a festering lack of self-worth makes accepting gifts and praise monumentally difficult. He's nothing if not skilled in faking it til he makes it, though. He grins, taking the scarf and wrapping it around his neck. He's gonna wear it forever. ]
This is great, I love it! I'm gonna treasure it forever and look fucking amazing while doing it.
[It's fine, he can joke about it, it makes it so much easier. Still, the wide grin fades to a smaller, much more sincere smile, you can just enjoy that blushing feeling, Diarmuid, because you mean the goddamn world to him. ]
...Thanks, seriously. I... uh don't know what I did to deserve it, but thanks. It means a lot.
[Honestly, Diarmuid is in a similar enough place; it’s not so much that he lacks self-worth in the same regard, but... he is not exactly from a place where compliments were common. A monastery of twelve old men who believed intensely in modesty and not taking credit for your positive attributes or actions tends to color your way of looking at yourself. And of what people say about you. It’s why he cannot help but look a little shy about it, as he speaks and wraps the scarf about his neck.]
If there’s one thing I have learned from my brothers, it is that deservingness is no true measure for me to use, when it comes to kindnesses. But in this case, I am confident to say it’s well-deserved.
[A slight smile pulls at his features, less of a struggle in the moment.]
[Diarmuid, you're great, and Louis is very much grateful that you ended up in his life here. He pats the scarf down, smiling gently at it for a moment- he really will treasure it.]
Well. I guess I can't argue with logic like that.
[He CAN, but he doesn't want to. Diar doesn't need to be put through his emotional baggage check. ]
I'm not so bad. Nothing's killed me yet so I consider that a bonus! How about you?
[Maybe he should have anticipated the question being posed back at him.
He blinks, then clears his throat, offering a little smile.]
... I'm healing well enough. I imagine once this cast is gone, I'll need to start putting my art to work — I would hate for one to be skinnier than the other. That would look rather ridiculous, wouldn't it...?
Well, you could always make it a party trick, but yeah. Given this place, it'd probably be smart to work on it a little. So long as you pace yourself, you should be fine.
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Date: 2019-10-12 03:37 pm (UTC)I have...! I know I've shared lunch before with you, but — this one is more planned. I just wanted to make sure you had a good meal today. And that you were ready for the winter. [He moves to hold up the musical note scarf with a slight smile, not quite as fully bright has it usually is, but... an improvement from last month.] I saw this and thought it was perfect for you, don't you think?
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Date: 2019-10-13 07:33 pm (UTC)Dude, you are literally the best. Like. Ever. Thank you!
[He's not used to getting gifts- his self-worth what it is, Louis never really feels like he deserves them. Once upon a time, Louis got whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it, and people gifting him things still feels strange.]
...Shit. Really? You got this for me?
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Date: 2019-10-16 10:13 am (UTC)Of course it's for you. Would such a scarf match anyone more intensely than you?
[Louis is one of the few people he's met who is talented with music. Diarmuid sings hymns in so-so singing, the kind one does under their breath, hoping nobody else hear's them too loudly. He certainly can appreciate who the proper owner of a musically themed scarf is.]
And think nothing of it... There are plenty in Deerington better than I, I assure you.
[If he's garnered a creeping blush, it's absolutely Louis' fault.
The monk's hardly used to such boldly proclaimed compliments to his character.]
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Date: 2019-10-16 09:44 pm (UTC)This is great, I love it! I'm gonna treasure it forever and look fucking amazing while doing it.
[It's fine, he can joke about it, it makes it so much easier. Still, the wide grin fades to a smaller, much more sincere smile, you can just enjoy that blushing feeling, Diarmuid, because you mean the goddamn world to him. ]
...Thanks, seriously. I... uh don't know what I did to deserve it, but thanks. It means a lot.
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Date: 2019-10-20 07:35 am (UTC)If there’s one thing I have learned from my brothers, it is that deservingness is no true measure for me to use, when it comes to kindnesses. But in this case, I am confident to say it’s well-deserved.
[A slight smile pulls at his features, less of a struggle in the moment.]
Are you well?
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Date: 2019-10-20 08:31 pm (UTC)Well. I guess I can't argue with logic like that.
[He CAN, but he doesn't want to. Diar doesn't need to be put through his emotional baggage check. ]
I'm not so bad. Nothing's killed me yet so I consider that a bonus! How about you?
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Date: 2019-10-25 08:41 am (UTC)He blinks, then clears his throat, offering a little smile.]
... I'm healing well enough. I imagine once this cast is gone, I'll need to start putting my art to work — I would hate for one to be skinnier than the other. That would look rather ridiculous, wouldn't it...?
[Lucky him, his robes have big sleeves anyway.]
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Date: 2019-10-25 10:17 pm (UTC)Well, you could always make it a party trick, but yeah. Given this place, it'd probably be smart to work on it a little. So long as you pace yourself, you should be fine.
[Don't break yourself by overworking, mister.]