You open your arms, offering a hug.
ROOSTER: "Uh..."
"Come on now."
ROOSTER: "Well, okay..."
He kneels again and opens his own arms. You approach and put your arms around his chest as best you can. There's obviously no way you can actually encircle him in your arms, so you end up sort of splaying your right arm over the magnitude of his chest while stretching your left arm over his flank.
He responds by placing his own arms delicately around you. The weight of them settles on your back, covering you from shoulder to waist, gently pressing you into his chest. It's like being surrounded by warm stone. He smells strongly of charcoal, but you decide this is probably because he was just working in the forge, and you are pressed into a soot-stained leather apron. You feel the slow beating of his heart, rhythmic and soothing.
ROOSTER: "This is nice."
"Yeah."
ROOSTER: "I don't get many hugs."
"I don't think I do either."
The hug continues. It is vast in its scope, limitless in its capaciousness. It could continue for hours. There would always be more hug.
MEI: "What the
fuck is this."
Rooster releases you and stands so rapidly you almost fall from the sudden displacement of weight.
Dragonlord Mei stands behind him, looking furious.
ROOSTER: "Uh, dragonlord, I was just, uh-"
MEI: "Rooster, were you hugging the person I specifically told you not to interact with?"
ROOSTER: "Oh, is this her? I mean, I didn't-"
MEI: "Are you saying my description was inadequate?"
ROOSTER: "Well, I don't think she has a 'moron's face', exactly-"
MEI: "And you!" she turns to you, eye smoldering. "I told you to stay out of the legion's way, and you're pulling my chief engineer off the job to give him a hug!"
You shrug. "He needed a hug."
She looks back to Rooster, scowling.
INTEGRITY: She wants to argue with you, but she can't deny it.
ROOSTER: "Dragonlord, please, she was delivering a message from the Palean captain about a requisition. She was helping."
She spares a moment to glare at you directly before looking back to him.
MEI: "Fine. Whatever. I'm here to tell you that our original marching orders are fucked by the intelligence Fincher brought in. We're going to have to wait on repairs of the ship, so you have more time." she glances back at you. "Just don't waste it."
He bows his head.
ROOSTER: "Alright dragonlord. Repairs on the armour are almost done. I'll get back to work on the arms."
He opens the workshop door and hurries inside.
ROOSTER: "Nice meeting you!" he calls before slamming it shut from within.
You look back to Mei, who is still standing with her arms folded, glaring at you.
"He seems nice."
MEI: "What the fuck are you playing at?"
[ ] I was just doing a good deed.
[ ] I am sowing the seeds of sedition.
[ ] I'm doing what I want.
[ ] Do I really have a moron's face?
[ ] So we're going to Ashglass by boat?
[ ] Is there anything I can help with?