Flamebringer sees him relax slightly after brushing away his hair. Good. Not sure why, but the less stressed "Horn" face was. The better.
He had to use an immense amount of self control not to make a face when he saw the pointed ears. That would be interpreted poorly. But it just looked wrong to him. It was a feeling he was quickly getting used too under these conditions. For better or for worse. He notes the notch and doesn't comment or shift his expression. He'd seen such things many times before. The fact that he still had most his ear still in-tact was plenty good enough for him. And he's sure it would be enough for weird Federico.
He hears the stutter in "Horn" face's breath- the noise of distress he makes- but he doesn't break his focus or stop what he's doing. He understands- By the furnace he does. If the roles were reversed he'd be decidedly less docile then Federico was being. He's grateful Federico is going this far on his benefit of the doubt.
But he has to finish this. And if he moves he's probably going to burn the gargoyle so. Unfortunately "Horn" face will just have to tough it out.
The gasping breaths from "Horn" face only make his grin widen. Good- Good. He'd made the right call. Although the smile dissipates quickly as he blinks up at Flamebringer, he's still struggling... He needed to try to speed them along to a full assessment sooner rather than later- he still didn't have a clue as to the true extent of Federico's injuries.
"Yeah- You're welcome." He says, "It was my pleasure." A hint of that grin comes back briefly before disappating again.
He snorts "Worry about yourself Angel- Federico." He waves a hand. All joy he had bleeding out at the question. Was it so obvious? "Horn" face really did need to focus on himself. Flamebringer wasn't bleeding out- or possibly bleeding out he supposes.
He looks Federico over for a second, expression calm but intense. How should he approach the rest of this... his mind is spinning with questions he wants to ask. Instinctual jabs he wants to make- but he's getting the impression that this Not-Executor doesn't know him... Which only adds more questions to the growing pile. Nothing about this makes sense. And it makes him uncomfortable.
But at this point... he feels they've established this is a real person. Even if its not the same Federico. And its not like he hasn't already had to deal with facing the reality of there being other planets- and people from those planets having rules that worked differently than Terra's. Evidently, whatever was going on with "Horn" face was closer to home... but...
He sighs, ending the awkward moment of silence. "Are you alright?" His eyes glance to the blood he can see, "If it were up to me I'd like get you out of those bindings right now." He pats the dagger sheathed at his side, "But I get having reservations about being approached by a stranger."
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He had to use an immense amount of self control not to make a face when he saw the pointed ears. That would be interpreted poorly. But it just looked wrong to him. It was a feeling he was quickly getting used too under these conditions. For better or for worse. He notes the notch and doesn't comment or shift his expression. He'd seen such things many times before. The fact that he still had most his ear still in-tact was plenty good enough for him. And he's sure it would be enough for weird Federico.
He hears the stutter in "Horn" face's breath- the noise of distress he makes- but he doesn't break his focus or stop what he's doing. He understands- By the furnace he does. If the roles were reversed he'd be decidedly less docile then Federico was being. He's grateful Federico is going this far on his benefit of the doubt.
But he has to finish this. And if he moves he's probably going to burn the gargoyle so. Unfortunately "Horn" face will just have to tough it out.
The gasping breaths from "Horn" face only make his grin widen. Good- Good. He'd made the right call. Although the smile dissipates quickly as he blinks up at Flamebringer, he's still struggling... He needed to try to speed them along to a full assessment sooner rather than later- he still didn't have a clue as to the true extent of Federico's injuries.
"Yeah- You're welcome." He says, "It was my pleasure." A hint of that grin comes back briefly before disappating again.
He snorts "Worry about yourself Angel- Federico." He waves a hand. All joy he had bleeding out at the question. Was it so obvious? "Horn" face really did need to focus on himself. Flamebringer wasn't bleeding out- or possibly bleeding out he supposes.
He looks Federico over for a second, expression calm but intense. How should he approach the rest of this... his mind is spinning with questions he wants to ask. Instinctual jabs he wants to make- but he's getting the impression that this Not-Executor doesn't know him... Which only adds more questions to the growing pile. Nothing about this makes sense. And it makes him uncomfortable.
But at this point... he feels they've established this is a real person. Even if its not the same Federico. And its not like he hasn't already had to deal with facing the reality of there being other planets- and people from those planets having rules that worked differently than Terra's. Evidently, whatever was going on with "Horn" face was closer to home... but...
He sighs, ending the awkward moment of silence. "Are you alright?" His eyes glance to the blood he can see, "If it were up to me I'd like get you out of those bindings right now." He pats the dagger sheathed at his side, "But I get having reservations about being approached by a stranger."