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Who: Leo & other people
When: October
Where: Various places
What: This is a catch all log for October things
Rating: G?? Most likely.
When: October
Where: Various places
What: This is a catch all log for October things
Rating: G?? Most likely.
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"Alberic needs assistance in the Observatorium." (name shortened for my sanity)
"Svara is terrorising Camp Dragonhead again." (of course this one gets a normal name)
"Nidhogg's eyes are burning holes into Daniffen's Collar, I must break into the Vault and steal the Eye and then run around Coerthas with it." (he regrets this one)
"The Warrior of Light thinks we should talk to the dragons, and while that is a fool's idea, I like pissing off the Holy See so I'm willing to try it." (some regrets were had, but in general it went somewhat okay.)
"Also the Warrior of Light says we need this evil dragon eyeball to blow a hole through a barrier, so I need to go where there are computers and robots." (he's going to regret this one eventually)
In the end, he wasn't in his room. But he was coming up the stairs at the time of the knock, preparing to stuff his new clothing in the chest for storage. He stops when he sees Leo, raising an eyebrow. ]
Waiting for someone?
[ He might have forgotten the letter, actually. He probably dismissed it as something that was sent out of some weird form of politeness, never to be acted upon. ]
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Yes, but it seems like that person isn't waiting for me.
[ it has been a little while since their exchange, after all. he turns to face the other fully, clasping hands behind his back. ]
I was wondering if you were still agreeable to that lunch we talked about.
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He absolutely remembers this, and doesn't at all frown slightly as he definitely doesn't try to remember.
Okay, he does, and he doesn't remember for but a split second before he lets out a brief laugh. ]
Ah, you were serious about that? I would be given those often, and very rarely did they mean anything. [ No, Estinien, you just fucking rejected them all. ] If I said yes, that should be your answer.
[ If he's honest, it's good timing. He's hungry. ]
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Were you shopping? I should have called before showing up here uninvited. What poor manners.
[ it's a lunch date leo. ]
Are you in the mood for anything in particular? This is my treat, after all.
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I was. I've grown tired of others harassing me about wearing armour all day, so I've caved and [ lifting up the pile. ] bought something that is supposedly more suitable.
[ That he might not ever actually wear, who knows—ah, but this is a lunch outing... maybe he should actually change into them already. ]
Have you experienced military rations before? As long as it's not that offensive, I'll be overjoyed.
[ Not that he complains too much about Ishgard's food problem—the city has been under siege for a thousand years—but man, he cannot get enough of the actual food. With real taste. ]
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[ he eyes estinien a little more, at the pile of clothes, and squints a little frown. ]
You don't wear your armor to sleep, I hope.
[ just imagining that is already a little painful. leo knows the feeling of keeping armor on most of the day, but... to sleep in one is almost torture. anyway. he'll take some steps down the stairs, pondering their choices. ]
I've had my fair share of shocking cooking. [ just. cooking assignments in the camp should not be random. at all. ] So I suppose you'll be happy with anything we can buy from a restaurant. How about the Rookery?
i love leo.... so much...... i'm sorry i'm so slow
[ It's... he can't say it's safe here, because there are so many unknowns; Ishgard he knew, he was familiar with all of the crannies and dark corners of the city in the sky, and he knew the highlands even more. Where there were dragons, he still felt more comfortable than he ever could here. However, he knows there's no reason to be decked out in armour here.
If he were sleeping among the stars in Coerthas, as safe and familiar as it is to him, that would be an entirely other story.
...and he'd have to sleep on his face, considering his normal armour is similar to a porcupine. ]
I've heard of it. Good things, mostly. [ His stance shifts, and he's leaning a hand on his hip. ] If you'll allow me a moment, I'll go shove these away.
[ Yeah, he's just planning on shoving them all into a disarrayed pile in the section under his bed. If he's just going to wear them, and thus rumple them up, later what's the point of setting them up nicely?? ]