There's a momentary pause as Rosinante tries to work out Stone's intent. He certainly doesn't seem angry or upset, though he hadn't really expected that. The lantern effects were widespread, and Stone is easygoing. The apology still felt necessary, however. Rosinante is upset with himself, and upset that the others experienced whatever that version of him was.
He leans the axe against a tree trunk and squats downward, hunching with his arms over his own knees like the awkward bird his brother is named after, yet somehow they occasionally both resemble. "What is it?" he asks, not bothered by the casual insult, which is probably intended as an endearment anyway.
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Date: 2020-02-03 09:43 pm (UTC)He leans the axe against a tree trunk and squats downward, hunching with his arms over his own knees like the awkward bird his brother is named after, yet somehow they occasionally both resemble. "What is it?" he asks, not bothered by the casual insult, which is probably intended as an endearment anyway.