Petting the others head, as best he could considering Miyamoto was still helping Wolframite, he leaned down to press his cheek to the top of the others head.
"The world does not hate you, I would never join him. I'd rather him dead at my feet." Or Wolframite's if the other pleased. His words while slured, horribly in some places, could still be understood to some degree. Wincing at the claws dug, and pinched, into his skin he could handle being roughed up by the other a bit. It wasn't anything too badm or maybe all the drinking he'd done was helping to dull things a bit.
"It seems y ou have a thing for ice indeed." Petting the others head gently, trying to soothe him, though it seemed Wolframite had forgotten about the ternal trying to cool him off. "You just realized something very shocking, didn't you?" He questioned as seriously as he could manage right now.
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