Lord El-Melloi II isn't terribly shocked that an apology is fairly new to Roman. Not because all of Chaldea takes him for granted (but they do), but mostly because he's the kind shrug it all off as no big deal, no apology needed. All the more reason to say something, in his estimation.
He flops into the chair with all the grace and elegance of a much younger man, the chair rolling a few feet backwards from the flop's power. With a begrudging groan, he scoots the chair back over, shaking his head a little.
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Lord El-Melloi II isn't terribly shocked that an apology is fairly new to Roman. Not because all of Chaldea takes him for granted (but they do), but mostly because he's the kind shrug it all off as no big deal, no apology needed. All the more reason to say something, in his estimation.
He flops into the chair with all the grace and elegance of a much younger man, the chair rolling a few feet backwards from the flop's power. With a begrudging groan, he scoots the chair back over, shaking his head a little.
"Has the change really been that visible?"