[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: 2019-10-16 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.]