[He screwed up. Seven fucking hells, he screwed up and said the wrong thing. Takame tensed up at that question. Visibly. "Are you in the military". His normal movements were often accompanied by a low, steady sway of his tail but it just froze solid.
His shoulders grew stiff and half the fingers in one hand began to ball into a fist. With his right foot he kicked away at some stray rope left behind from unloading ships. All the while his expression did not budge.
He was long ago. He would rather not remember the time he served Garlemald. Any mention of it always sent him into this state he could not well explain. But he needed to give an answer, so he would.]
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His shoulders grew stiff and half the fingers in one hand began to ball into a fist. With his right foot he kicked away at some stray rope left behind from unloading ships. All the while his expression did not budge.
He was long ago. He would rather not remember the time he served Garlemald. Any mention of it always sent him into this state he could not well explain. But he needed to give an answer, so he would.]
... No. [At least it wasn't a lie.]