Kyrie hates... a lot about this, actually. From the knowledge that this place, and all of its unnatural pests, is a reflection of himself, to the fact that he's all but being lectured for not wanting to stay, there's exactly zero whole things happening that he approves of. It's a new record, probably.
He can coax him all he likes, but once Kyrie realizes their intended destination, he's going to sigh, glancing off to the side--in the direction of the tower, actually. For as wrong as it is, it still feels almost habitual. Joke's on you, Caramia, the fences are all still surrounded by wheat. Have fun climbing up to sit on the post though! The crows will love having an easy target.
It's not until he notices how ridiculously Caramia's moving through the grain that he more properly follows--
--And then nearly surpasses? Hello?? He wasn't going any faster than usual... It's basically fucking grass, for god's sake, and it's not like it's a long walk...
"...Caramia." The good news is that it's hard to be properly irritated when your boyfriend is making grass look like brambles. "What in god's name are you doing?"
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He can coax him all he likes, but once Kyrie realizes their intended destination, he's going to sigh, glancing off to the side--in the direction of the tower, actually. For as wrong as it is, it still feels almost habitual. Joke's on you, Caramia, the fences are all still surrounded by wheat. Have fun climbing up to sit on the post though! The crows will love having an easy target.
It's not until he notices how ridiculously Caramia's moving through the grain that he more properly follows--
--And then nearly surpasses? Hello?? He wasn't going any faster than usual... It's basically fucking grass, for god's sake, and it's not like it's a long walk...
"...Caramia." The good news is that it's hard to be properly irritated when your boyfriend is making grass look like brambles. "What in god's name are you doing?"