[francel laughs in return, shaking his head in polite denial; he isn't sweet, not at all, and (he thinks with a pang) cain might have said something like that once, too — but the sentiment itself is appreciated.]
And yet you must be the sweetest of all. Only a rare soul would get into the business of spreading cheer to others.
[wearily, he closes his eyes as if to fall asleep on the bench beside the nice cream monster's cart.]
...If I'd known more men like you, perhaps my life would have been different.
[ But he hasn't spread cheer to this little corner, not really. Here, the sorrow is like a thick, heavy layer of snow, like all of Snowdin's frost piled together in one spot, and one bar of Nice Cream can't melt it all away.
He rests one paw on Francel's shoulder, concerned. ]
If I'm a rare soul, wouldn't you call yourself another one? Why, even though you can't be in the mood to smile, you've gone out of your way to brighten my day!
[francel does not react outwardly to the paw upon his shoulder, but he tips his chin slightly inward, almost as if in a nod. his gaze falls into his lap, where his gloved hands still cradle the nice cream wrapper.]
...Being sad is no excuse to be cruel to others. My problems are mine and mine alone.
[ After a moment, he withdraws his paw, but his eyes are fixed on Francel, following each shift in his posture. He hums a thoughtful sound, and sits back. ]
You're right about the first part, but you shouldn't have to handle what's got you down alone!
[ That's the ideal scenario, he knows — if I'd known more men like you, perhaps my life would have been different tells him enough. ]
Say, why don't you share those problems with me? Consider it payment for a supply of Nice Cream whenever you want it!
[his attention roused for a moment, francel smiles at the rabbit-man good-naturedly enough, but his expression soon falls as his mind is turned back toward his broken heart. it seems cruel, somehow, to push his problems on an innocent monster who is idealistic enough to go about selling sweets for a living. francel knows better. in wartime, sweets are one of the first things to go.
it was different opening up to cain. cain had been wiser, more familiar with the ways of the world, and francel had been all too eager to trust him. and he knows it was not so simple as being lied to — it was nothing so cruel as deception — but maybe, in the end, trusting cain had been his first mistake.
trusting aymeric had been his second.]
I... trusted someone I should not have, I suppose.
[he swallows on a hardness in his throat.]
He was... very kind to me, even in my worst, most selfish moments, and I... I tried to do all that I could in return for him. But it never... it never seemed to matter, and... in the end, he chose someone else.
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And yet you must be the sweetest of all. Only a rare soul would get into the business of spreading cheer to others.
[wearily, he closes his eyes as if to fall asleep on the bench beside the nice cream monster's cart.]
...If I'd known more men like you, perhaps my life would have been different.
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[ But he hasn't spread cheer to this little corner, not really. Here, the sorrow is like a thick, heavy layer of snow, like all of Snowdin's frost piled together in one spot, and one bar of Nice Cream can't melt it all away.
He rests one paw on Francel's shoulder, concerned. ]
If I'm a rare soul, wouldn't you call yourself another one? Why, even though you can't be in the mood to smile, you've gone out of your way to brighten my day!
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[francel does not react outwardly to the paw upon his shoulder, but he tips his chin slightly inward, almost as if in a nod. his gaze falls into his lap, where his gloved hands still cradle the nice cream wrapper.]
...Being sad is no excuse to be cruel to others. My problems are mine and mine alone.
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You're right about the first part, but you shouldn't have to handle what's got you down alone!
[ That's the ideal scenario, he knows — if I'd known more men like you, perhaps my life would have been different tells him enough. ]
Say, why don't you share those problems with me? Consider it payment for a supply of Nice Cream whenever you want it!
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it was different opening up to cain. cain had been wiser, more familiar with the ways of the world, and francel had been all too eager to trust him. and he knows it was not so simple as being lied to — it was nothing so cruel as deception — but maybe, in the end, trusting cain had been his first mistake.
trusting aymeric had been his second.]
I... trusted someone I should not have, I suppose.
[he swallows on a hardness in his throat.]
He was... very kind to me, even in my worst, most selfish moments, and I... I tried to do all that I could in return for him. But it never... it never seemed to matter, and... in the end, he chose someone else.