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I'll take care then.
Does this mean the drink is off?
Does this mean the drink is off?
I doubt it on both counts, but I would hate to take away anyone's hope.
Till later then
Till later then
[A beat. Two beats.
Three beats.]
I take it you and he had a disagreement?
[Because otherwise, thought Chilton, that was the caustic scorn usually reserved for ex-lovers. Had to be a hell of a disagreement.]
Was it so bad?
Three beats.]
I take it you and he had a disagreement?
[Because otherwise, thought Chilton, that was the caustic scorn usually reserved for ex-lovers. Had to be a hell of a disagreement.]
Was it so bad?
[Attached and so forth]
as I recall you're buying first
as I recall you're buying first
[Decisively more sordid than previously anticipated.]
I also consider him to be a friend... But perhaps with less luggage than what you seem to be carrying. We've had a good few conversations, I know that he's interested in politics. I advocated Petyr's capabilities before Ambassador Hundred.
[It's that serious.]
I also consider him to be a friend... But perhaps with less luggage than what you seem to be carrying. We've had a good few conversations, I know that he's interested in politics. I advocated Petyr's capabilities before Ambassador Hundred.
[It's that serious.]
My friends do not use me, Rincewind. If you dislike the man simply because he was born into some position, I might have to call that prejudice. [A beat.] Understandable, given your... Wizardly situation, I know. But I have only had pleasant interactions with Petyr, so I really must wonder what else he has done to irk you.
As you explained it, when you were a child. There appeared to be bad blood between wizards and the lord authority.
I have the gist, not the details. I don't make a habit of listening to children speak.
I have the gist, not the details. I don't make a habit of listening to children speak.
...Lord Vetinari, you're referring to Lord - [an irritated noise] - never mind, never mind, this is getting off track.
Look, Chilton, you have to trust me here, I don't have to know him to know him, do you understand? I've run through a lot of countries from a lot of people and do you know what happens? You start to see the same sorts pop up in different places. You start to recognize patterns.
And Lord Petyr Baelish is a pattern I know intimately well.
Look, Chilton, you have to trust me here, I don't have to know him to know him, do you understand? I've run through a lot of countries from a lot of people and do you know what happens? You start to see the same sorts pop up in different places. You start to recognize patterns.
And Lord Petyr Baelish is a pattern I know intimately well.
What pattern is that, Rincewind?
[Because to Chilton, Baelish was a charming, flattering, intelligent man who appeared to really like Chilton.
And that made Chilton like him.]
[Because to Chilton, Baelish was a charming, flattering, intelligent man who appeared to really like Chilton.
And that made Chilton like him.]
You've just described the majority of my doctoral peers. [Another pause, but one weighted with a tender recognition, right before:] You do not have to fear for my person, if that's your concern. I'm in no danger. I thought perhaps he had aimed some insult at you, I know he has a sharp tongue. [Much like Chilton himself.] But, really, this is good to know. If ever I host a party, I can't have you two sitting tableside to each other.
Edited 2016-05-20 06:01 (UTC)
[how can someone so smart be so dumb?
Rincewind is all but tearing his hair out on the other end, taking a deep breath through his nostrils once he realizes he's being brushed off. Like picking a cat up by the scruff that won't stop mewing; you take it out with relative kindness, but mostly you take it out so you can get back to dinner.]
He's an ambitious bastard who can't be trusted past self-interest.
[and quickly, before Chilton can tut at him:]
That's all I'll say on him for now, all right, fine, but just - don't say I didn't.
...He can damn well pick out his own bloody book though.
Rincewind is all but tearing his hair out on the other end, taking a deep breath through his nostrils once he realizes he's being brushed off. Like picking a cat up by the scruff that won't stop mewing; you take it out with relative kindness, but mostly you take it out so you can get back to dinner.]
He's an ambitious bastard who can't be trusted past self-interest.
[and quickly, before Chilton can tut at him:]
That's all I'll say on him for now, all right, fine, but just - don't say I didn't.
...He can damn well pick out his own bloody book though.
[People have said the same of me, was what Chilton very nearly argued -- until, reflexively, he thought better of it. Probably not the best tactic, to remark upon the similarities between himself and Baelish while Rincewind listed what he despised in the latter.
Also probably better not to invite scrutiny in general. Chilton liked Rincewind, and he wanted Rincewind to continue liking him. It was a behavioral sequence he was still learning to perfect.]
My friendship with him does not threaten my friendship with you. [Reassurance was something Chilton could do, like a little scratch behind feline ears.] I admire you in different ways, wizardly ways.
Even if your luggage tracks in mud, at least it hasn't been left unattended. If you catch my drift.
Also probably better not to invite scrutiny in general. Chilton liked Rincewind, and he wanted Rincewind to continue liking him. It was a behavioral sequence he was still learning to perfect.]
My friendship with him does not threaten my friendship with you. [Reassurance was something Chilton could do, like a little scratch behind feline ears.] I admire you in different ways, wizardly ways.
Even if your luggage tracks in mud, at least it hasn't been left unattended. If you catch my drift.
[he's feeling petulant enough not to respond at first, but the urge lasts only a few seconds. Rincewind receives praise so rarely that it often raises nothing but suspicion in him.
Praise from someone he trusts is a different, even rarer matter entirely; he trusts Frederick Chilton.]
We're both survivalists. You've pointed that out before. So just. Don't forget it, all right? People with short knives instead become very good at getting close.
...And you know I wouldn't warn if it weren't that I that I valued being your friend as well.
[and it's not jealousy. It's not.]
Praise from someone he trusts is a different, even rarer matter entirely; he trusts Frederick Chilton.]
We're both survivalists. You've pointed that out before. So just. Don't forget it, all right? People with short knives instead become very good at getting close.
...And you know I wouldn't warn if it weren't that I that I valued being your friend as well.
[and it's not jealousy. It's not.]
We won't make this into a discussion of Baelish's knife size.
[Chilton couldn't mask that smile in his voice.]
But point taken. [Or, at least, acknowledged. Whether or not it was taken to heart remained unknown. The fact he was even willing to listen indicated that Rincewind's confirmation of friendship did indeed mean something to the doctor.]
At least he isn't your biggest problem -- any new development on that one? Or has Lucifer been biding his time?
[Chilton couldn't mask that smile in his voice.]
But point taken. [Or, at least, acknowledged. Whether or not it was taken to heart remained unknown. The fact he was even willing to listen indicated that Rincewind's confirmation of friendship did indeed mean something to the doctor.]
At least he isn't your biggest problem -- any new development on that one? Or has Lucifer been biding his time?
[...heh, all right, he's going to enjoy a mean smirk at that. Well done.]
Gosh, I think that time I managed to enjoy a full nine minutes without thinking of him. No, everything's still quiet.
[because Rincewind already has his brand and marching orders; nothing more needs to be said.]
The house is warded though.
Gosh, I think that time I managed to enjoy a full nine minutes without thinking of him. No, everything's still quiet.
[because Rincewind already has his brand and marching orders; nothing more needs to be said.]
The house is warded though.
Quite honestly, I'm hoping he will find himself another toy to occupy his agenda. I know how that sounds, but I cannot help but hope for such an outcome.
[At least he's honest.]
... Maybe that is a direction worth investigating.
[At least he's honest.]
... Maybe that is a direction worth investigating.
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