[There's a tenderness to the moment, to the giving of trust. It pulls the weight of it up without negating, simply knowing there would be someone willing to listen... and to be able to give that space in return.
He doesn't know what to expect. But he wants to hear Temenos out.
With a soft smile, Beelzebub slips his hand away from the cleric's face, only to trace it down his arm, holding out his palm for Temenos to take.]
Yeah.
I'll make a cone for you if you'll make one for me.
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He doesn't know what to expect. But he wants to hear Temenos out.
With a soft smile, Beelzebub slips his hand away from the cleric's face, only to trace it down his arm, holding out his palm for Temenos to take.]
Yeah.
I'll make a cone for you if you'll make one for me.