["It didn't sound like it", Rindo's mind initially protests. But then as Swallow continues talking, he realizes that this is just like the day he arrived in Ryslig—her prickly, distant veneer melting into reluctant sincerity. It makes him wonder if she, too, has an easier time communicating through text. That would explain why she acts so differently in person…
Were she looking at him, she'd see his face light up almost immediately at the mention of FanGO.]
You… You really want to? I'd love to play with you!
[He'd all but given up on FanGO. He'd sorely missed both the game itself and bonding with Swallow over it, but even knowing about the Cube's ability to simulate it, he'd convinced himself that she'd lost interest in playing it with him. More than an offer to hang out, to Rindo, this was a sign that Swallow still thought of him as her friend—as Rindragon. So is it any wonder that he's beaming at her right now? He hasn't smiled this wide in weeks.]
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Were she looking at him, she'd see his face light up almost immediately at the mention of FanGO.]
You… You really want to? I'd love to play with you!
[He'd all but given up on FanGO. He'd sorely missed both the game itself and bonding with Swallow over it, but even knowing about the Cube's ability to simulate it, he'd convinced himself that she'd lost interest in playing it with him. More than an offer to hang out, to Rindo, this was a sign that Swallow still thought of him as her friend—as Rindragon. So is it any wonder that he's beaming at her right now? He hasn't smiled this wide in weeks.]