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Midnightbackup
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In the first weeks of partnership, Dominic had conducted what he thought were hard to detect experiments, in order to understand what kind of person Roman was. Roman had known exactly what the Harpy was doing, but he hadn't commented on it, instead going about his business as usual and pretending to be oblivious of the Harpy's experiments. He realised that if his partner didn't like him, than he couldn't do much to change the fact.
On the second week of partnership, Dominic had tried to suss out other things about the Jackalope, by making subtle passes at the beast to see if he would pick up on them. They weren't particularly subtle, and Roman had instantly figured out what Dominic was trying to determine, but he hadn't said anything about it.
It wasn't until the third week, two days after the screwed-up mission, when the brightly coloured Harpy had given up all attempts of communication apart from musing out loud to himself, did the Jackalope casually mention something to the Harpy. He'd sat upright and blinked, blood rushing to his feathers and looking slightly flustered. Dominic had scanned the other's face, and had found it devoid of any expression. But he remembers the corner of the Jackalope's lip had quirked upwards, something that he wasn't sure even to this day if he'd made up or not. Perhaps it was an invented memory, something he'd drawn out in a fickle attempt to convince himself that Roman felt emotion just like any other creature, but he draws the image out from time to time when he wants to understand his partner's perspective.
They sit at some cafe, Dominic fidgeting and complaining about staff, Roman staring vacantly out of the window.
On the second week of partnership, Dominic had tried to suss out other things about the Jackalope, by making subtle passes at the beast to see if he would pick up on them. They weren't particularly subtle, and Roman had instantly figured out what Dominic was trying to determine, but he hadn't said anything about it.
It wasn't until the third week, two days after the screwed-up mission, when the brightly coloured Harpy had given up all attempts of communication apart from musing out loud to himself, did the Jackalope casually mention something to the Harpy. He'd sat upright and blinked, blood rushing to his feathers and looking slightly flustered. Dominic had scanned the other's face, and had found it devoid of any expression. But he remembers the corner of the Jackalope's lip had quirked upwards, something that he wasn't sure even to this day if he'd made up or not. Perhaps it was an invented memory, something he'd drawn out in a fickle attempt to convince himself that Roman felt emotion just like any other creature, but he draws the image out from time to time when he wants to understand his partner's perspective.
They sit at some cafe, Dominic fidgeting and complaining about staff, Roman staring vacantly out of the window.
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