(She thought it would probably feel heavier. Not, well, literally, but as a concept. It's a lot of responsibility she chose for herself, and while there is no regret in her for it at all, it is something still... New. She's not born with a desire to teach as her counterpart did. It's not a passion, and Sophie herself wondered what exactly would she offer here. Was she the one who took care of all the Cuckoos? Yes. Yes, she was, but that's wholly different. They're a hivemind, that makes it both easier, and horribly difficult, not to mention quite a niche experience of leadership.
Still. It's little by little that she recognizes that Scott's choice to have her is as strong as her choice to keep him under her wing. She can't be fucking up that much, can she? If he cares to bring her something so beautiful, handmade and thought out.
The least she can do is soothe the awkwardness.)
I mean, yeah, duh, a potato sack would look great on me.
(She totally means it, but also, it's said with a gentle tone, a forceless punch to his arm.)
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Date: 2025-12-29 08:26 am (UTC)Still. It's little by little that she recognizes that Scott's choice to have her is as strong as her choice to keep him under her wing. She can't be fucking up that much, can she? If he cares to bring her something so beautiful, handmade and thought out.
The least she can do is soothe the awkwardness.)
I mean, yeah, duh, a potato sack would look great on me.
(She totally means it, but also, it's said with a gentle tone, a forceless punch to his arm.)
Maelle, mhm? She taught you?