[Dion stares for several moments, stiff and waiting for the fist to his face. When it doesn't come, he breathes a slow exhale and works to parse his thoughts.
Had Joshua waited this long? Great Greagor above, what had he been thinking?
He gives Ifrit an assessing look, working to discern his expression and playing his inflection over his head again.
I suppose?
Dion frowns and resists the urge to pace. Instead, he tucks his hands behind his back and rocks back on his heels]
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Had Joshua waited this long? Great Greagor above, what had he been thinking?
He gives Ifrit an assessing look, working to discern his expression and playing his inflection over his head again.
I suppose?
Dion frowns and resists the urge to pace. Instead, he tucks his hands behind his back and rocks back on his heels]
You do not approve.