[ He can't help but smile at Gen's laugh, because yeah, while he's pleased with how this all worked out — perfectly, the two of them executed this perfectly, and it brings them one step closer towards their goal, one step closer towards something better — it's just good to see him like this. Proud, and accomplished, and happy. Like a kid should be. Like Gen deserves to be.
He huffs a soft laugh of his own in turn, carefully shifting his grip on Gen to make sure that it's solid. (To make sure that he doesn't actually scratch him with his new claws, the fur definitely the better end of the deal right now.) ]
I did not. Was more focused on getting ahold of you. [ But there's still good humour in his voice as his gaze shifts to the prism, his own pride and accomplishment and happiness mixing together with Gen's. Yeah, this is a good win, but fuck, is there something that little bit more special about teaming up with him for it. This. This is the way it's supposed to be.
And, because he's older and far less manic in this moment, Amos' voice stays soft. A pleased little rumble. ] Feels fucking good getting one over on 'em, huh.
[ Meridian, rather than Hayame and Dimitri specifically — Amos isn't exactly one to carry grudges, even in the heat of a moment.
Truly, it'd be a shame for him to run into someone he does hate, as he continues flying in the general direction of Zenith's camp with Gen still in his furry, bizarrely (to him, still) bear-like arms. ]
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He huffs a soft laugh of his own in turn, carefully shifting his grip on Gen to make sure that it's solid. (To make sure that he doesn't actually scratch him with his new claws, the fur definitely the better end of the deal right now.) ]
I did not. Was more focused on getting ahold of you. [ But there's still good humour in his voice as his gaze shifts to the prism, his own pride and accomplishment and happiness mixing together with Gen's. Yeah, this is a good win, but fuck, is there something that little bit more special about teaming up with him for it. This. This is the way it's supposed to be.
And, because he's older and far less manic in this moment, Amos' voice stays soft. A pleased little rumble. ] Feels fucking good getting one over on 'em, huh.
[ Meridian, rather than Hayame and Dimitri specifically — Amos isn't exactly one to carry grudges, even in the heat of a moment.
Truly, it'd be a shame for him to run into someone he does hate, as he continues flying in the general direction of Zenith's camp with Gen still in his furry, bizarrely (to him, still) bear-like arms. ]