[ the past two weeks, leo figures, he's spent more time acting like a proper servant than he has in probably months. it would have been easier if he was by himself. he's used to having nothing, wearing rags, eating morsels and going hungry for weeks at a time. he would have been fine.
but elliot wouldn't. and so leo worked harder to keep his master at least clothed, fed, not with the dishes a noble's scion deserved, but good enough to keep them alive. finding work was difficult when they found out that they have little useful talents that other people would employ... so things are basically pretty shitty right now.
as leo settles down, back leaned against a big rock that makes up of the surrounding confines of the hot spring, he feels tired an drained. his hair feels gross. he hasn't properly washed it in days. but elliot is in the spring now so he would have to wait his turn later. the warm air from the spring does feel comfortable and inviting... he just can't believe he has to be here, guarding elliot from any bystander. ]
[ minako doesn't need flowers to give her a push to get touchy with shinjiro.
normally. at the moment, they're the ones giving her courage to get so close to him despite the slight awkwardness for her, not that she's actually able to pay attention to them. it takes her only a couple of seconds once they're under some of the flowered berries for her to grab onto his hand. ]
[Technically, he's already been on the other side of this. But he hadn't really thought about it when Koltira had said that magic was responsible for the request he'd made to touch his hand for a moment, and now the berries have gotten to Kagari himself, and his first thought isn't 'magic' so much as wondering if mmmmmaybe those drinks were stronger than he'd thought, or he had more than he realized. There's definitely that familiar hazy sort of warmth in his chest that accompanies getting buzzed, and he can rationalize his happiness pretty easily, under the circumstances. El Nysa has been a whole new world of opportunities, quite literally, and he's bound to feel a sort of 'high' off of his newfound freedom.
On the other hand, wanting to hug someone who was effectively a complete stranger is not one that's familiar at all, though he's not 100% sure that that's not because he's literally never had the opportunity to be drunk in front of strangers before. At any rate, he's not gonna do it. That'd just be weird, even if he's more drunk than he thought. He's gonna go eat more of those delicious cookies, and maybe arm-wrestle some Olympia nerd--
(because even if he doesn't give a rat's ass about either country or their political problems, how can he turn down some good-ol'-fashioned competition?)
--or, apparently, he's not going anywhere and he's sidling up to wherever Shinjiro's probably wallflowering with a big grin and a wave.]
Yoooo, Gaki-san! You're here too, huh.
[Should he have asked before just calling him by a random nickname invented on the fly? probably. but #yolo???? or, well. twice, technically. but who's counting.]
Cheer up, there's no meteors this time!
[tho shinji might wish there were by the end of this interaction, i'm so sorry shinji]
closed; elliot
but elliot wouldn't. and so leo worked harder to keep his master at least clothed, fed, not with the dishes a noble's scion deserved, but good enough to keep them alive. finding work was difficult when they found out that they have little useful talents that other people would employ... so things are basically pretty shitty right now.
as leo settles down, back leaned against a big rock that makes up of the surrounding confines of the hot spring, he feels tired an drained. his hair feels gross. he hasn't properly washed it in days. but elliot is in the spring now so he would have to wait his turn later. the warm air from the spring does feel comfortable and inviting... he just can't believe he has to be here, guarding elliot from any bystander. ]
How's the water?
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for best hobo.
normally. at the moment, they're the ones giving her courage to get so close to him despite the slight awkwardness for her, not that she's actually able to pay attention to them. it takes her only a couple of seconds once they're under some of the flowered berries for her to grab onto his hand. ]
Soo...
[ never mind, there's still some awkwardness. ]
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awkward bro hugs are go. also gonna assume they exchanged names in the last thread, if that's ok!
On the other hand, wanting to hug someone who was effectively a complete stranger is not one that's familiar at all, though he's not 100% sure that that's not because he's literally never had the opportunity to be drunk in front of strangers before. At any rate, he's not gonna do it. That'd just be weird, even if he's more drunk than he thought. He's gonna go eat more of those delicious cookies, and maybe arm-wrestle some Olympia nerd--
(because even if he doesn't give a rat's ass about either country or their political problems, how can he turn down some good-ol'-fashioned competition?)
--or, apparently, he's not going anywhere and he's sidling up to wherever Shinjiro's probably wallflowering with a big grin and a wave.]
Yoooo, Gaki-san! You're here too, huh.
[Should he have asked before just calling him by a random nickname invented on the fly? probably. but #yolo???? or, well. twice, technically. but who's counting.]
Cheer up, there's no meteors this time!
[tho shinji might wish there were by the end of this interaction, i'm so sorry shinji]
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