[ help sylvain doesn't realize lottie is rooming with toko yet... ignorance is bliss! before he avoids their suite and floor for the rest of eternity, they can at least get in a fun shopping trip. hopefully their friends have already been busted from jail by the time this happens, or else that's a real bad look!
anyway, he'll show up at their designated meeting spot whether that's her door, or elsewhere. he's probably still only got the one set of clothing which he endeavors to keep as clean as possible, so there's really no dressing to impress here... (and besides, that's the whole point of the outing. jeans and soup.) he offers a friendly smile when he sees her.
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[ it's okay Lottie is willing to accept looking sussy as hell while everyone is in jail.. this is her brand
As far as flowers, Lottie is.. Miffed. Half functioning and half on the verge of death (from irritation or pollen, she genuinely can't tell). But she's taken a potion hot off the press -- from a lovely neighbor that wished her and Toko a fun journey to their new abodeβ’ -- and she's looking considerably better when she approaches Sylvain.
Still, despite having done this process before, Lottie finds herself nervous meeting an internet person for the first time. This time, it's because he so openly flirted with her, and.. Well, eventually they're gonna go on a date.. Right??? She swallows, cheeks actually gaining color when he smiles. She waves in turn, stepping onto the curb of the street they agreed to meet at, only slightly dressed up in a loose but flattering dress (anything tight around her chest means pain for her lungs!!). ]
Hey! Hi. [ Oh. Hm. The closer she gets, the more she has to angle her head up to look at him? Wow.. Dopily, she lets out: ] You're.. Tall.
[ nice, he can tell her she looks great and it won't be a lie! (he would've 100% lied anyway...) but apparently she beats him to compliments. or at least he'll consider it one, the way she's obviously gazing up at him. (she's super cute! is it bad he's already considering this a date? i'm sorry he does not have nearly as much shame as he ought to.) ]
I also go by Sylvain. [ he grins, not unkindly. ] Nice to met you in person, Lottie. You look radiant.
[ and, because he is already assuming this is a date, and is ye olde, he props up the crook of his arm for her to take. (even if... she is the one with directions...) ]
[ Oh, don't worry, she knows. She actually cross referenced their last conversation a few times before coming so she could know his name, and not give him some weird nickname from the get go. She's happy she did, because Sylvain the guy from Not Tinderβ’ tells her she looks radiant, something she hasn't heard in a long time. ]
N-nice to meet you, too, Sylvain.
[ She is very flustered, and giddy, at being told this, clearly. And a little surprised, if the slow and shy way she takes his arm is anything to go by. Wow, this guy is old fashioned..
And it's endearing!!
She nods to his suggestion, and starts them off in the direction where she's found the shops they're looking for frequent. The street starts off with more homely things, like yarn shops and fabric stores, the beginnings of a crowd forming because some deal is happening. But screw that because, wow, she's holding someone's arm? Like an old timey period piece? ]
Wow, I didn't think it'd be this crowded.. The last time I came here it was pretty quiet!
[ sylvain hasn't lead any spearwork drills in months now, but it's easy to settle into the routine like a well-worn coat. the war had forced structure into his otherwise unfettered lifestyle, his streak of late-night mistakes quickly replaced by early morning regimens and military councils.
while the same sense of somber urgency may not be present here, he's still reminded of the many dangers the netherworld poses. this training session is beneficial to himself as well, testing and polishing his firsthand knowledge so it doesn't take to rust.
he waves at ruby when he sees her, probably with more good cheer than is reasonable this early in the day. ]
[ the response he receives is equally as chipper, and Rudbeckia's smile is beaming: ] Buon giorno, Sylvain! I slept very well, thank you!
[ it's fortunate that Ruby was a morning person in both her lives; likely would have become one, if she wasn't, under the strict eye of her family in each. and it helps that she genuinely has slept better as of late, since moving into the apartment building. she'd traded her privacy for peace of mind, but it has been worth it nonetheless. despite the hour, she's as well-dressed as always, though she's opted for a simpler outfit than usual: a plain blouse and long skirt with a corset belt, her hair tightly wound in a braided bun.
still very much the noblewoman, even at her most casual. ]
Right as rain. The rooms are way nicer than what I was staying in before... [ he laughs a little. ] Yourself?
[ he then gives her apparel a once-over. it... might be impractical to train in a long skirt, but sylvain figures, if it's something she'll be wearing on the daily then it's not a bad idea she learns how to move accordingly.
and he does get the impression she's willing to learn, seeing as she's both enthusiastic and punctual. good energy. ]
Alright. Just to be sure, how much or little do you already know? I don't mind starting from scratch, but it'll be helpful if I can have an idea of what I need to teach you, if there's anything you can incorporate into spearwork, or even just what you'd like to prioritize learning.
The rooms are nice, but what I really like is living with Signora Sooyoung and Signori Joonghyuk and Dokja!
[ not really. but as exhausting as they are, it's a nice advantage to live with the landlords. even if she has to be more careful with them than anyone else, given that they could so easily throw her out—that's a condition she's already used to living under anyway. ]
How much do I know... [ it's obvious that she's only pretending to think about the question in order to stall, embarrassed to admit: ] Um. Nothing?
[ her smile is broad and sheepish, and she twirls a lock of hair around her finger, shy; still, there's something genuinely apprehensive about her demeanour, as if she expects Sylvain to be angry at her for her utter lack of experience. ]
One of my brothers was a knight, but I never watched him train, so... I've never even played with wooden swords.
[ she has had a few catfights in her previous life, but that's not really something she can admit to as Ruby... ]
[ the hinterlands is the last place sylvain wants to be (no actually there are several locations vying for that honor), but here he is anyway, following rumors of a fallen star. it had all sounded quite fantastical when sylvain had first read the posting, but he's quickly learned to keep expectations tempered.
(turns out it's very real, and the crater is unmistakable once he's headed in the right direction.) he'd even go so far to call the crash site stunning, a vast burrow in the ground fringed with walking flames. he's not quite at the edge of the landmark yet, but still he can see soot rise from within, feel a waft of heat carried by the wind.
he feels woefully under-equipped with the pair of blacksmith tongs he'd borrowed.
looks like he isn't the only one who's seen the notice board, either. there's... a cat person nearby? possibly sent down the same path by the same goatherd sylvain had met earlier? hello, stranger! ]
[ of course, leaks has already been observing the tiny armored sparks of fire for a while now. the board's post, at first, seemed pretty farfetched even to him--- but the prospect of finding a star that has somehow plummeted and landed here is past tempting. he's never seen or touched a thing like it. perhaps it's enchanted? perhaps outside of coin, he can learn something about them?
but all he's discovered is--- ]
They are.
[ a frown, as leaks points towards a few scorched spots near where he's been crouching. ]
For some reason, they do not find me... acceptable.
[ 200 coins suddenly does not seem like nearly enough for any of this nonsense. he gives this stranger an inquisitive look, brow raised. ]
...Was it the ears? [ (this is a joke.) maybe it's a sordid past instead, but sylvain wouldn't know from a single glimpse. leaks seems reasonably normal...? ]
[ blame it on the murky dark, or the echoing screams, or the spike of adrenaline, but sylvain is on high alert as he weaves through the gallows in search of his captured friends. his magic isn't really potent enough to be considered useful, but being disarmed of even that, he's settled for a hefty rock as a makeshift weapon.
he thinks he hears the approach of a stray sentry behind him, and turns on his heel to bash them unconscious. βthankfully there's just enough light to make out the "guard's" features. sylvain remains frozen in bludgeoning position for a few blinks, before he lowers his implement and says, as quietly as he can in his surprise, ]
βCallisto?
[ it's a shock to see him here, when he hasn't heard word from him in months. has he been kept a prisoner here the entire time...? ]
[ if there is any real cautionary tale to be said, it was probably— avoid red heads in the midst of a jail break, or else... they may just bludgeon you to death. despite, the fact that this has been a relatively close call, and one he inwardly curses himself, if just because he's barely got his own stolen (or conveniently found) weapon...
but, a little dagger wouldn't have been much help with a stone to his head. that said, his own shoulders seem to relax at the familiarity in not just his appearance, but voice. ] I have to say being on the opposite end of potentially being beaten to a bloody pulp definitely is as appealing as one would expect.
[ who would expect that... literally no one.
that said, he does give his usual smile once the initial shock and the feel of his heart beating rapidly in his chest.
he has to say their first interaction was surprising in its own right. maybe sylvain was simply a man of neverending twists and turns. or they both as abysmal luck or the penchant for getting in trouble. that said, him being here could mean a lot of things and he doesn't really know where to begin. ]
[ he looks a little sheepish, though the overall situation is grave enough that his expression quickly focuses again. he steps a little closer to callisto so he can speak more quietly. (uwah)
on slightly closer inspection, the other man doesn't seem to be roughed upβand, more obviously, isn't in prison rags. nothing about him that suggests being hauled and kept behind bars. sylvain can only infer they're approaching from the same side, as outsiders. ]
You're tryna to get in, too...?
[ he wants to ask him so many questions!! but he has to settle with the practical ones, first. he gestures down the dingy hall to another corner with some stacked cratesβsome cover from the guards roaming about. ]
[ ...sylvain's been in the kitchen for Some Time now, at present frowning over a simmering pot of stew, ladle in hand. it's one of the easier recipes he remembers preparing at garreg mach several times as both a student and soldier, but... it hasn't turned out quite right.
could it be the quality of water in the netherworld? the difference in base ingredients? (even ingredients as simple as fish, cheese, and leafy vegetables...?) unfortunately, while he knows what questions to ask, he doesn't know what substitutions or adjustments to actually make...
he's still in the middle of puzzling it out when he notices claude passing by the area. perfect timing. ]
[ Claude's not entirely sure what to make of this living situation. A large group of them gathered together should remind him of the dormitories at Garreg Mach, but it honestly feels nothing like that. Perhaps it's because they're all adults (for the most part, Rosa is surprisingly young), and they've lost the carefree air of youth, but there's just something that sets him on edge.
... Maybe it's the proximity to people who were his enemies in battle just a short while ago. ]
Sure, what's got your brow all in a furrow?
[ He smiles easily nonetheless, curious to see what exactly is afoot in the kitchen. ]
[ sylvain, meanwhile, still knows no reason to be uneasy around claude... :') he's treating the afterlife like retirement after the war. they may still need to hunt and gather and whatever else to make ends meet, but it's not so different from life back home in that regard. in some ways actually it's easier, being surrounded by modern conveniences.
more than their academy days, it reminds sylvain of rebuilding garreg mach again, everyone chipping in to clear away rubble and bring in supplies.
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Does this taste like anything to you?
[ he holds out a ladleful of soup for claude to try. it probably tastes... reasonable? like soup? but sylvain wants to know if he'll recognize the recipe... ]
[ sylvain's seen childe a few times around their communal building by now, so at least he's not a total stranger to him... and while they might not have spoken at length, that doesn't stop sylvain from seeking cooperation in their current investigation. it's a sprawling complex, after all, and even with two pairs of eyes he has some doubt they'll find what they're supposed to.
still, he's curious enough to give it a shot. the library itself is a marvel, and he valiantly tries to keep his inquisitiveness in checkβthough more often than not he's distracted from their task by the levitating books and glimmering orbs of light. ]
Wow. Not a bad place for a date.
[ eventually he succumbs to curiosity, and reaches out to peruse one of the nearby books. it's definitely porn. he sets it down and keeps walking, not out of any sense of shame, but more a lack of interest. (surely, there's gotta be more fantastical tomes around here.) ]
Wonder what sort of books got stolen in the first place...
[ Tartaglia, meanwhile, is busy looking at the book depicting all of the known weaknesses of monsters, because of course he'd pick that one to pay attention to. He's in the middle of perusing the page about the badaliscus when Sylvain speaks up, and the man's comments make him snort softly out of amusement. ]
You should have picked a better place for our first date.
[ While books are interesting, they aren't exactly his idea of a good time. He would much rather be fighting against others than be stuck in here. ]
But who knows? Maybe we'll find empty spots in the bookshelves if we keep looking. [ That's a good place to start, right? ] They didn't really give us much to work with...
[ All they were told was that there are important books missing, and then they were sent on their way. Not exactly the most helpful briefing. ]
[ he snickers quietly in return, and peers over childe's shoulder with a crooked grin to see what's caught the other ginger's attention. ]
Oh, I'm sorry. I'll do better next time.
[ sylvain is only jk, but soon he will soon learn that childe is never jk...
anyway, after he's gleaned a few paragraphs on the badaliscus for himself, ]
I'm guessing the good stuff is kept further in the back. [ maybe not something as readily available for public perusal, if it's supposedly important. ] Not to say I'm not fascinated by the erotica and cannibalistic texts lying around.
[ that is to say, he's found some pretty wild things, but he doesn't think they have anything to do with their assignment. βthough, it would be funny if someone were stealing porn from the local library. ]
[she might not have been with sylvain at the very start of this little journey, but sooyoung bumps into him sometime during it, recognizing him as she explores another bookshelf while on top of a ladder. she gives him a little nod, a book propped open in one hand, and another stuck in the crook of her arm.
Well, half-way stuck, considering that it's slipping from its position, and now it's falling merrily all the way down to where Sylvain's standing???]
[ to be decked with a book of porn is poetic irony, really. sylvain rubs gingerly at the point of impact (his exposed forehead), before kneeling down to retrieve the publication.
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...Interesting choice of literature you've got here.
[ behold, a holiday pie! sylvain looks somewhat pleased with himself when he presents the lil' treat to his lord and liege (friend and suitemate). they can be enjoying tea together in one of their rooms, after a long week of clowns, soirees, and mistletoe/curses... ]
...You probably shouldn't eat sweets before bedtime, but I was told it'll help you sleep through the night.
[ have a slice! thankfully neither of them have to worry about how it tastes π₯΄ ]
[ Dimitri is reading and enjoying the quiet winter's evening with Sylvain and a nice cup of tea. Nothing could possibly go wrong. ]
Does it really...?
[ Ordinarily, he'd make a show of declining at least once—sweets are wasted on him, and sugar is expensive—but the thought of a sleep aid does intrigue him. He sets his mug down, eyeing the treat, and is for once, tempted. ]
Sounds a bit like snake oil, but I suppose there's not much harm either way.
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Lottie / Shopping
anyway, he'll show up at their designated meeting spot whether that's her door, or elsewhere. he's probably still only got the one set of clothing which he endeavors to keep as clean as possible, so there's really no dressing to impress here... (and besides, that's the whole point of the outing. jeans and soup.) he offers a friendly smile when he sees her.
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As far as flowers, Lottie is.. Miffed. Half functioning and half on the verge of death (from irritation or pollen, she genuinely can't tell). But she's taken a potion hot off the press -- from a lovely neighbor that wished her and Toko a fun journey to their new abodeβ’ -- and she's looking considerably better when she approaches Sylvain.
Still, despite having done this process before, Lottie finds herself nervous meeting an internet person for the first time. This time, it's because he so openly flirted with her, and.. Well, eventually they're gonna go on a date.. Right??? She swallows, cheeks actually gaining color when he smiles. She waves in turn, stepping onto the curb of the street they agreed to meet at, only slightly dressed up in a loose but flattering dress (anything tight around her chest means pain for her lungs!!). ]
Hey! Hi. [ Oh. Hm. The closer she gets, the more she has to angle her head up to look at him? Wow.. Dopily, she lets out: ] You're.. Tall.
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I also go by Sylvain. [ he grins, not unkindly. ] Nice to met you in person, Lottie. You look radiant.
[ and, because he is already assuming this is a date, and is ye olde, he props up the crook of his arm for her to take. (even if... she is the one with directions...) ]
Lead the way?
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N-nice to meet you, too, Sylvain.
[ She is very flustered, and giddy, at being told this, clearly. And a little surprised, if the slow and shy way she takes his arm is anything to go by. Wow, this guy is old fashioned..
And it's endearing!!
She nods to his suggestion, and starts them off in the direction where she's found the shops they're looking for frequent. The street starts off with more homely things, like yarn shops and fabric stores, the beginnings of a crowd forming because some deal is happening. But screw that because, wow, she's holding someone's arm? Like an old timey period piece? ]
Wow, I didn't think it'd be this crowded.. The last time I came here it was pretty quiet!
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Ruby / Training
while the same sense of somber urgency may not be present here, he's still reminded of the many dangers the netherworld poses. this training session is beneficial to himself as well, testing and polishing his firsthand knowledge so it doesn't take to rust.
he waves at ruby when he sees her, probably with more good cheer than is reasonable this early in the day. ]
Morning! Didya sleep well?
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[ it's fortunate that Ruby was a morning person in both her lives; likely would have become one, if she wasn't, under the strict eye of her family in each. and it helps that she genuinely has slept better as of late, since moving into the apartment building. she'd traded her privacy for peace of mind, but it has been worth it nonetheless. despite the hour, she's as well-dressed as always, though she's opted for a simpler outfit than usual: a plain blouse and long skirt with a corset belt, her hair tightly wound in a braided bun.
still very much the noblewoman, even at her most casual. ]
And yourself? How are your rooms?
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[ he then gives her apparel a once-over. it... might be impractical to train in a long skirt, but sylvain figures, if it's something she'll be wearing on the daily then it's not a bad idea she learns how to move accordingly.
and he does get the impression she's willing to learn, seeing as she's both enthusiastic and punctual. good energy. ]
Alright. Just to be sure, how much or little do you already know? I don't mind starting from scratch, but it'll be helpful if I can have an idea of what I need to teach you, if there's anything you can incorporate into spearwork, or even just what you'd like to prioritize learning.
[ her baseline, so to speak. ]
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[ not really. but as exhausting as they are, it's a nice advantage to live with the landlords. even if she has to be more careful with them than anyone else, given that they could so easily throw her out—that's a condition she's already used to living under anyway. ]
How much do I know... [ it's obvious that she's only pretending to think about the question in order to stall, embarrassed to admit: ] Um. Nothing?
[ her smile is broad and sheepish, and she twirls a lock of hair around her finger, shy; still, there's something genuinely apprehensive about her demeanour, as if she expects Sylvain to be angry at her for her utter lack of experience. ]
One of my brothers was a knight, but I never watched him train, so... I've never even played with wooden swords.
[ she has had a few catfights in her previous life, but that's not really something she can admit to as Ruby... ]
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Leaks / Star Fragments
(turns out it's very real, and the crater is unmistakable once he's headed in the right direction.) he'd even go so far to call the crash site stunning, a vast burrow in the ground fringed with walking flames. he's not quite at the edge of the landmark yet, but still he can see soot rise from within, feel a waft of heat carried by the wind.
he feels woefully under-equipped with the pair of blacksmith tongs he'd borrowed.
looks like he isn't the only one who's seen the notice board, either. there's... a cat person nearby? possibly sent down the same path by the same goatherd sylvain had met earlier? hello, stranger! ]
...You don't wager they're hostile, do you?
[ he nods in the direction of the elementals. ]
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but all he's discovered is--- ]
They are.
[ a frown, as leaks points towards a few scorched spots near where he's been crouching. ]
For some reason, they do not find me... acceptable.
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Great.
[ 200 coins suddenly does not seem like nearly enough for any of this nonsense. he gives this stranger an inquisitive look, brow raised. ]
...Was it the ears? [ (this is a joke.) maybe it's a sordid past instead, but sylvain wouldn't know from a single glimpse. leaks seems reasonably normal...? ]
You're not hurt, are you?
[ he doesn't look to be, but just checking. ]
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Callisto / Jailbreak
he thinks he hears the approach of a stray sentry behind him, and turns on his heel to bash them unconscious. βthankfully there's just enough light to make out the "guard's" features. sylvain remains frozen in bludgeoning position for a few blinks, before he lowers his implement and says, as quietly as he can in his surprise, ]
βCallisto?
[ it's a shock to see him here, when he hasn't heard word from him in months. has he been kept a prisoner here the entire time...? ]
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but, a little dagger wouldn't have been much help with a stone to his head. that said, his own shoulders seem to relax at the familiarity in not just his appearance, but voice. ] I have to say being on the opposite end of potentially being beaten to a bloody pulp definitely is as appealing as one would expect.
[ who would expect that... literally no one.
that said, he does give his usual smile once the initial shock and the feel of his heart beating rapidly in his chest.
he has to say their first interaction was surprising in its own right. maybe sylvain was simply a man of neverending twists and turns. or they both as abysmal luck or the penchant for getting in trouble. that said, him being here could mean a lot of things and he doesn't really know where to begin. ]
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[ he looks a little sheepish, though the overall situation is grave enough that his expression quickly focuses again. he steps a little closer to callisto so he can speak more quietly. (uwah)
on slightly closer inspection, the other man doesn't seem to be roughed upβand, more obviously, isn't in prison rags. nothing about him that suggests being hauled and kept behind bars. sylvain can only infer they're approaching from the same side, as outsiders. ]
You're tryna to get in, too...?
[ he wants to ask him so many questions!! but he has to settle with the practical ones, first. he gestures down the dingy hall to another corner with some stacked cratesβsome cover from the guards roaming about. ]
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Claude / Communal Housing
could it be the quality of water in the netherworld? the difference in base ingredients? (even ingredients as simple as fish, cheese, and leafy vegetables...?) unfortunately, while he knows what questions to ask, he doesn't know what substitutions or adjustments to actually make...
he's still in the middle of puzzling it out when he notices claude passing by the area. perfect timing. ]
Hey, can I borrow you for a moment?
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... Maybe it's the proximity to people who were his enemies in battle just a short while ago. ]
Sure, what's got your brow all in a furrow?
[ He smiles easily nonetheless, curious to see what exactly is afoot in the kitchen. ]
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more than their academy days, it reminds sylvain of rebuilding garreg mach again, everyone chipping in to clear away rubble and bring in supplies.
speaking of... ]
Does this taste like anything to you?
[ he holds out a ladleful of soup for claude to try. it probably tastes... reasonable? like soup? but sylvain wants to know if he'll recognize the recipe... ]
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Childe / Exploration
still, he's curious enough to give it a shot. the library itself is a marvel, and he valiantly tries to keep his inquisitiveness in checkβthough more often than not he's distracted from their task by the levitating books and glimmering orbs of light. ]
Wow. Not a bad place for a date.
[ eventually he succumbs to curiosity, and reaches out to peruse one of the nearby books. it's definitely porn. he sets it down and keeps walking, not out of any sense of shame, but more a lack of interest. (surely, there's gotta be more fantastical tomes around here.) ]
Wonder what sort of books got stolen in the first place...
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You should have picked a better place for our first date.
[ While books are interesting, they aren't exactly his idea of a good time. He would much rather be fighting against others than be stuck in here. ]
But who knows? Maybe we'll find empty spots in the bookshelves if we keep looking. [ That's a good place to start, right? ] They didn't really give us much to work with...
[ All they were told was that there are important books missing, and then they were sent on their way. Not exactly the most helpful briefing. ]
Did you find anything interesting?
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Oh, I'm sorry. I'll do better next time.
[ sylvain is only jk, but soon he will soon learn that childe is never jk...
anyway, after he's gleaned a few paragraphs on the badaliscus for himself, ]
I'm guessing the good stuff is kept further in the back. [ maybe not something as readily available for public perusal, if it's supposedly important. ] Not to say I'm not fascinated by the erotica and cannibalistic texts lying around.
[ that is to say, he's found some pretty wild things, but he doesn't think they have anything to do with their assignment. βthough, it would be funny if someone were stealing porn from the local library. ]
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han sooyoung / exploration
Well, half-way stuck, considering that it's slipping from its position, and now it's falling merrily all the way down to where Sylvain's standing???]
-- Oops.
[will sylvain catch the porn for her...]
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βGuh!
[ to be decked with a book of porn is poetic irony, really. sylvain rubs gingerly at the point of impact (his exposed forehead), before kneeling down to retrieve the publication.
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...Interesting choice of literature you've got here.
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Dimitri / Pie
...You probably shouldn't eat sweets before bedtime, but I was told it'll help you sleep through the night.
[ have a slice! thankfully neither of them have to worry about how it tastes π₯΄ ]
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Does it really...?
[ Ordinarily, he'd make a show of declining at least once—sweets are wasted on him, and sugar is expensive—but the thought of a sleep aid does intrigue him. He sets his mug down, eyeing the treat, and is for once, tempted. ]
Sounds a bit like snake oil, but I suppose there's not much harm either way.
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[ he takes a sip of his tea, grateful for the warm drink to counter the chill in his bones. ]
If it doesn't work... Well, I'll finish the rest. [ he grins because yeah, sugar IS wasted on him... ]
And we can keep looking for something else.
[ he nudges the plate a little closer to dimitri, who looks very obviously interested in the food. (doesn't happen too often!) ]
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