>>5423668>>5423679>>5423713>>5423755>>5423935>Autism consensusHector starts mumbling while averting Renée's gaze and staring one meter to his, errr her, feet
" So... This is me. The real me. Renée with an e after the é...
- <span class="mu-s"> That makes so much sense... About that hug time, when a part of me whispered you looked like a snack... It was confusing, this is confusing no more </span> "
The dragons and mother be praised, the mumbling is inaudible.
"... Hector? What's wrong?
- <span class="mu-s"> Hold yourself, Hector, you're a gentleman. You won't jump on her like misery on the poor world just because she's a girl, right? A girl you estimate very much, with a really cute smile, a reliable one with an almost unmatched precision a sword in hand, a butterfly on the battlefield stinging like the Mother's rightful wrath. Someone that's been behind your back at countless occasion against skeleton, or hound roaming the countryside. Someone that helped you organize and get the better of everyone in the squad; with an innate battlefield understanding you've only seen displayed by Sidridijika... </span>
- I... Didn't really caught that first sentence, but... Is that the way you feel about me? And what's a Sir E - G - K ? "
She's taken three steps back, hand on her sword, back to a tree. She's also beetle red and hold a hopeful gaze. Hector as no clue on how to interpret that.
"Hectorrrrr? What arrrre you DOING!!! THINK OF ALL TACTICAL WEDDING POSSIBILITIES, AMONG EQUITAINE ORRRRR OTHERRR KINGDOMSSSSS WASTED IF YOU ENGAGE YOURRRSELF WITH A KNIGHT ALREADY LOYAL TO DEATH TOWARD YOU?
- ...Are you alright? You're doing that thing again where you look completely out of place... Is the Mother talking to you?
- <span class="mu-s"> No! Yes! Hmmmm... </span>"
Hector flayed his arm around while taking a step back himself. Stumbling on a cunning ambushed root, he fells on his back. His jacket flips around, straight to his eyes, emptying the pocket of leftover soup.
Gathering the crumbles of his dignity, A turnip-scenting and dripping Hector decided to retreat from his nemesis, Romantic interactions.
" <span class="mu-s"> I'll better go wash myself... And my cloths. But please remember, I'll never pocket soup again...</span>
- Hector... I don't care about soup. What will you do... about me?"
She blushes even more if that was possible, red color descending toward her
delicate, holdable hands. Dangerous thoughts, Hector!
-"Obviously, I mean... Do you plan to tell to the rest of the group? Or should I?"
>Renée should come clean to the squads. She's an official knight, so past' shackles should not hold her back.>Hector should reveal the others Renée is a woman; and it does not matter as Errance is a trial of skill, not gender.>If Renée wishes to stay hidden, so can she. 