"DUDE. SERIOUSLY?" Mac barked, picking up a spare stick and whacking Uldren with it several times. It didn't hurt at all, merely thumping against the thick, solid warmth of the coat. He never would have struck Uldren without damn good reason anyways.
"Stop being gross just because you're bitter about this whole thing. Holy geez, man! I'm not going to get all handsy with him. He's a prisoner for no good reason! You just brought him here to show off and make a point that I have yet to get, honestly. He's not the one at fault for us being here, and neither am I. So really, stop being a prick," Mac huffed, running a hand down his face and sighing as he sat back into the cubby-hole of a shelter. The covered space was big enough for all three of them to be out of the rain at least.
"Look, I know you can't understand me," Mac stated, gesturing helplessly as he stared at the elf with an earnest expression. "But it would be a lot easier if you'd say something. Anything. I don't even care if you curse at me and call me every negative thing in the world, but just a few seconds of you talking can make this all a lot easier. I'm just trying to be polite with names. Can't you give me anything?" the Guardian asked, sighing softly.
"Please?" he asked, the tone and expression making the meaning clear even without shared language. Aside from the attempt at being clear with names, Mac spoke to the elf like he would speak to anyone else.
"If you just help me out, I'll untie you and let you go. I promise," Mac added, holding up his hands together and gesturing them pulling apart, then gestured the elf going off somewhere else. Universally it was 'I'll let you go', simple as that. The elf, of course, had every intention of silently weathering his inevitable torture or whatever the two strangers had planned, but Mac seemed truly sincere, particularly in the face of his arguments with the other man. Sov? Maybe. Flexing the muscles of his jaw he warred with wanting to be free and wanting to be stubborn. He didn't like either of them, but, much like the prejudice elves suffered at the hands of humans, perhaps he was being prejudiced against these men for no good reason. They hadn't exactly attempted to hurt him. Just catch him...
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"Stop being gross just because you're bitter about this whole thing. Holy geez, man! I'm not going to get all handsy with him. He's a prisoner for no good reason! You just brought him here to show off and make a point that I have yet to get, honestly. He's not the one at fault for us being here, and neither am I. So really, stop being a prick," Mac huffed, running a hand down his face and sighing as he sat back into the cubby-hole of a shelter. The covered space was big enough for all three of them to be out of the rain at least.
"Look, I know you can't understand me," Mac stated, gesturing helplessly as he stared at the elf with an earnest expression. "But it would be a lot easier if you'd say something. Anything. I don't even care if you curse at me and call me every negative thing in the world, but just a few seconds of you talking can make this all a lot easier. I'm just trying to be polite with names. Can't you give me anything?" the Guardian asked, sighing softly.
"Please?" he asked, the tone and expression making the meaning clear even without shared language. Aside from the attempt at being clear with names, Mac spoke to the elf like he would speak to anyone else.
"If you just help me out, I'll untie you and let you go. I promise," Mac added, holding up his hands together and gesturing them pulling apart, then gestured the elf going off somewhere else. Universally it was 'I'll let you go', simple as that. The elf, of course, had every intention of silently weathering his inevitable torture or whatever the two strangers had planned, but Mac seemed truly sincere, particularly in the face of his arguments with the other man. Sov? Maybe. Flexing the muscles of his jaw he warred with wanting to be free and wanting to be stubborn. He didn't like either of them, but, much like the prejudice elves suffered at the hands of humans, perhaps he was being prejudiced against these men for no good reason. They hadn't exactly attempted to hurt him. Just catch him...