[at some point, if leo is wandering around outside, he'll find hythlodaeus crouched down holding his hand out. to what? the shoebill, which is steadfastly ignoring him.
he sighs, but it seems fond.]
You are exceedingly stubborn, you know. [he tells it, pushing his hood back. the mask is in place, but his pretty purple hair in it's dead anime mom side ponytail is visible!]
And you know what, honestly, Leo respects this bird. He, too, is constantly bothered when he wants to be left alone and stares at people grouching about it.]
Poorly, if you consider that we're still here. [No carriages or messages or Elliots or anything!!! This place sucks.] But uneventful, otherwise.
[Terribly, 16-year-old Leo does the exact same thing, so this is highly amusing to him.]
It's almost impressive, isn't it? Every time I think I've read all of them, I discover a whole new collection. [Why is there so much shitty erotica in the world]
There is not much to be found in Amaurot! A bigger cast of stuck up professionals you'll never find. Azem brings back the worst they can find each time they return home.
[he sounds a little wistful, like he misses this.]
I share your sentiment! As the Chief of the Bureau of the Architect, I deal with them on the daily. [a pause - like he might correct himself, and then he just shakes his head instead.]
[Absolutely tragic. He's truly sorry for your lot in life, birdman.]
The Dukedoms could be worse, I suppose. [...Well. Probably. He hasn't actually had to deal with them much, not yet--and Elliot tips the scales, but listen, shut up.] My master is the son of Duke Nightray, but as the youngest, he's free from the more tedious responsibilities.
[Fortunately for everyone, because Elliot is the least diplomatic person he's ever met outside of his own rude ass.]
[HA that strikes him as such a familiar response that he bursts into laughter. it's quiet, sort of musical, and he hides it into his fist, but it's still a laugh.]
[Friendship ended with Iris, Hyth is his new mod best friend]
Someone has to be honest about it. [It's fine, it's why Elliot likes him. His little shithead smirk fades a bit, though, at the reminder that he doesn't know where Elliot is.] ...If we find him, you'll see what I mean.
I trust that it will be a most joyous reunion, when we do. [soft.] Perhaps I might chance upon the opportunity to introduce you to my friends as well. We shall see.
Whether or not it's "joyous" will depend entirely on the circumstances, he thinks, but he doesn't say that. Instead, he's quiet for a moment.]
Do you think we'll see them, when we leave this place? [This can't possibly be their destination, right? Surely they'll head to wherever their captors are eventually.]
[Imagine if I was like "Leo shows up and dropkicks Hyth for no discernible reason"
But no okay let's say they're in Wiffle House. Leo's sort of claimed a booth here--at least during the day. He's still been sleeping on the floor in the truck he shares with Kairi, but that's mostly because he's pretty sure she'd come looking for him if he didn't come back. Maybe he should be working harder to try and figure out what's going on, but their captors will have to show themselves sooner or later, and touching stuff got Hyuse sucked into a machine and then shot, so yeah.
(Besides, he hadn't been lying when he'd told Sora it was safer to stay away from him. The best thing he can do for the people here is to stay out of the way, probably.)
So while he's not sleeping here like Hyth is, he's probably seen birdman pretty regularly? Leo isn't the most social person ever, but he likes Hyth decently well, for a stranger. So on one of his trips back from the convenience store, he stops by Hyth's booth, holding out a novel. It's (throws dart) this one. A gift for you, friend.]
[he does probably see hyth a lot here! when hythlodaeus isn't wandering around trying to see the sky, he's usually in here, reading whatever he can find, or just hanging out. he's become accustomed to seeing leo, and while he usually never bothers him, he does offer little smiles and waves.
today, leo hands him a book, and hyth laughs, delighted.]
Oh, what an intriguing cover! Have you read this one?
[It is precisely because Hyth never bothers him that they are now best friends--no okay. But he does appreciate that, and he appreciates a fellow bookworm, so he doesn't mind sharing and talking now.]
No, I only spotted it today. It sounded like something you might enjoy.
["Might find highly entertaining" counts as "enjoy"]
But, hmmm... he tilts his head slightly, like he's thinking about it. Ultimately, he can't see any harm in it, which is very funny because later on he's going to feel semi-responsible for Hyth's fucking death. It's fine. Socializing over books is okay.
He takes a seat, scooting into the booth across from Hyth. Apparently he is capable of sitting properly, so that's nice.]
[Look... sometimes you are a nexus of death and misfortune and you have some dudes in your head telling you that everything is your fault and no amount of karma will ever make up for your sins
But we don't need to worry about that. He'll talk about his books in a minute, but to answer the question--]
I've never tried one. [None milkshakes for Victorians, so sayeth google.]
[coming back to this two days later like what the fuck]
I had not either, before here! Sora was kind enough to introduce me to the experience. Here. [and he taps the menus to make two milkshakes appear!! here u go.]
I think so. [It's a tad on the too-sweet side for him, but mostly because he doesn't eat a lot of sweet things, so he's not used to it.] This is quite a lot for one person to eat, though.
[Maybe this was made by some weird middle ground of people who aren't starvation-poor, but not rich enough that they've looped back around to tiny cucumber sandwiches with their tea...]
[Everything about this place is "too much", quite frankly, but he doesn't say that even if he's thinking it very loudly. He'd maybe feel a little bad about the excessive waste, but it's not like there's anything he can do about it, so whatever.]
[that is the mood though, huh. he laughs a little, almost like he can hear the loud thinking.]
Oh, I could not say. [he says, thoughtfully.] I am rather sentimentally fond of grapes, I suppose. We treat feeding oneself as more of a chore than a delight, where I hail from.
["Your world", again--that phrasing keeps popping up, doesn't it. Surely he can't be the only person who finds that odd...? Maybe other people just aren't mentioning it. He certainly doesn't find it worth the effort to argue with people about their delusions.]
What it's like for the nobility, or for other people?
Nobility... [he squints.] I'm afraid there is no such thing, in Amaurot. As for other people, I also could not say - we are all on equal ground. Each of us share our resources freely.
Also he just kind of blinks. Wow. Even in his childhood village they didn't do that, though they did support each other to some extent. Presumably. Leo doesn't actually know, since he was an outsider even then.]
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week one, monday
he sighs, but it seems fond.]
You are exceedingly stubborn, you know. [he tells it, pushing his hood back. the mask is in place, but his pretty purple hair in it's dead anime mom side ponytail is visible!]
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Leo's probably passing by with his arms full of books from the convenience store, but he pauses to watch, amused.]
Does it like anyone?
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It appears not! [he laughs. hyth reaches out to donk the bird on the head lightly, and it flaps its wings disgruntledly.]
How has your exploration of this place gone?
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And you know what, honestly, Leo respects this bird. He, too, is constantly bothered when he wants to be left alone and stares at people grouching about it.]
Poorly, if you consider that we're still here. [No carriages or messages or Elliots or anything!!! This place sucks.] But uneventful, otherwise.
[This is pre-arcade, I've decided.]
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[leo your elliots!!! hyth stands, brushing his knees off.] What do you have?
[books! o:]
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He'll offer one of his books freely; he isn't particularly attached to them.]
The only reading material I've found, unfortunately.
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... Oh! This is erotica. [he sounds - delighted? haha this is incredible]
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[I hate this]
The writing quality is very poor, but at least it's the entertaining sort of terrible.
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A dear friend of mine and I used to read this sort of thing aloud, to the chagrin of our other dearest companion.
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It's almost impressive, isn't it? Every time I think I've read all of them, I discover a whole new collection. [Why is there so much shitty erotica in the world]
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[he sounds a little wistful, like he misses this.]
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Professionals? Such as performers?
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[Bureaucrats... gross.]
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I share your sentiment! As the Chief of the Bureau of the Architect, I deal with them on the daily. [a pause - like he might correct himself, and then he just shakes his head instead.]
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The Dukedoms could be worse, I suppose. [...Well. Probably. He hasn't actually had to deal with them much, not yet--and Elliot tips the scales, but listen, shut up.] My master is the son of Duke Nightray, but as the youngest, he's free from the more tedious responsibilities.
[Fortunately for everyone, because Elliot is the least diplomatic person he's ever met outside of his own rude ass.]
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Lucky him. [hee.] Are you friends with your master?
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[shut up leo you love him]
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What a shining review of his character!
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Someone has to be honest about it. [It's fine, it's why Elliot likes him. His little shithead smirk fades a bit, though, at the reminder that he doesn't know where Elliot is.] ...If we find him, you'll see what I mean.
[He's very. Loud.]
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I trust that it will be a most joyous reunion, when we do. [soft.] Perhaps I might chance upon the opportunity to introduce you to my friends as well. We shall see.
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Whether or not it's "joyous" will depend entirely on the circumstances, he thinks, but he doesn't say that. Instead, he's quiet for a moment.]
Do you think we'll see them, when we leave this place? [This can't possibly be their destination, right? Surely they'll head to wherever their captors are eventually.]
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I truly hope so. [...] Do you think so?
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idk pre-deda fuck you
But no okay let's say they're in Wiffle House. Leo's sort of claimed a booth here--at least during the day. He's still been sleeping on the floor in the truck he shares with Kairi, but that's mostly because he's pretty sure she'd come looking for him if he didn't come back. Maybe he should be working harder to try and figure out what's going on, but their captors will have to show themselves sooner or later, and touching stuff got Hyuse sucked into a machine and then shot, so yeah.
(Besides, he hadn't been lying when he'd told Sora it was safer to stay away from him. The best thing he can do for the people here is to stay out of the way, probably.)
So while he's not sleeping here like Hyth is, he's probably seen birdman pretty regularly? Leo isn't the most social person ever, but he likes Hyth decently well, for a stranger. So on one of his trips back from the convenience store, he stops by Hyth's booth, holding out a novel. It's (throws dart) this one. A gift for you, friend.]
teehee
today, leo hands him a book, and hyth laughs, delighted.]
Oh, what an intriguing cover! Have you read this one?
STOP THIS
No, I only spotted it today. It sounded like something you might enjoy.
["Might find highly entertaining" counts as "enjoy"]
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You have a good eye. [a pause.] Would you share a meal with me and tell me of the ones you have read?
[bullies him into friendship]
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But, hmmm... he tilts his head slightly, like he's thinking about it. Ultimately, he can't see any harm in it, which is very funny because later on he's going to feel semi-responsible for Hyth's fucking death. It's fine. Socializing over books is okay.
He takes a seat, scooting into the booth across from Hyth. Apparently he is capable of sitting properly, so that's nice.]
Here, or at home?
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At home. [headtilt.] Do you like milkshakes?
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But we don't need to worry about that. He'll talk about his books in a minute, but to answer the question--]
I've never tried one. [None milkshakes for Victorians, so sayeth google.]
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I had not either, before here! Sora was kind enough to introduce me to the experience. Here. [and he taps the menus to make two milkshakes appear!! here u go.]
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Wouldn't it be funny if we retconned a poisoning. But no okay, he will try a small taste first! Hunh, interesting.]
Oh, it's sweet. [A little unexpected, from the name.]
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god. he just tilts his head a little, smiling. he seems very fond.] In a good way?
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But, hmm. He tries it again, then nods.]
I think so. [It's a tad on the too-sweet side for him, but mostly because he doesn't eat a lot of sweet things, so he's not used to it.] This is quite a lot for one person to eat, though.
[Maybe this was made by some weird middle ground of people who aren't starvation-poor, but not rich enough that they've looped back around to tiny cucumber sandwiches with their tea...]
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[but he will sip a bit of his own, happily enough.] Even should I be accustomed to eating regularly, I think this would be too much.
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What do you typically prefer?
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Oh, I could not say. [he says, thoughtfully.] I am rather sentimentally fond of grapes, I suppose. We treat feeding oneself as more of a chore than a delight, where I hail from.
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We have fruit, sometimes. Not often, though. It's difficult to find fresh. [Except for the rich people who mostly use it for jam and pastries]
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Difficult to find fresh, you say. [...] May I ask what your world is like? It certainly rings much differently than the one I know.
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What it's like for the nobility, or for other people?
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Also he just kind of blinks. Wow. Even in his childhood village they didn't do that, though they did support each other to some extent. Presumably. Leo doesn't actually know, since he was an outsider even then.]
...My, ah, "world" isn't anything like that.