[One-handedly, he lays it on his lap, and flips through it a bit. His profile clearly didn't lie—he's as deftly able with left hand as he is with his right.]
Strange. Looking at this now. Here.
[His finger stops on a page, traces it for a moment—and he closes it again.
The Rise of Kimlasca-Lanvaldear.]
The other one is a... novel. Fiction. A... a friend of mine... she liked it.
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[One-handedly, he lays it on his lap, and flips through it a bit. His profile clearly didn't lie—he's as deftly able with left hand as he is with his right.]
Strange. Looking at this now. Here.
[His finger stops on a page, traces it for a moment—and he closes it again.
The Rise of Kimlasca-Lanvaldear.]
The other one is a... novel. Fiction. A... a friend of mine... she liked it.
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A friend of yours, huh...? Haha. Okay, I'll check it out. I've already read a little of it anyway.
... do you, uh, do you need anything, by the way? [ as he abruptly remembers the purpose for keeping vigil--to help asch, if need be. ]
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I... told you, right? [It's... funny, because it happened to him! He's allowed to say it now!!]
I'm okay. [but he nods at the sentiment.] What about-- what about you?
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it's weird that asch is being so nice. is this because he almost died?? what's happening. ]
... you're in a pretty good mood for a guy who lost an arm. [ half joking, half concerned. ]
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he leans back, closing his eyes, and sighs.]
Am I?
Maybe I'm just... I don't know.
[He searches for a way to describe it, fails, and tries again.]
Feeling a little less heavy.
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[ this is a serious question ]
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I don't really know.
I don't know what... happened.
[so the answer there is a solid maybe]
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That's fine. Don't worry about it, okay? Do you, I dunno, maybe wanna tell me more about your friend, or the book?
[ he's not gonna push a grievously injured dude on a relatively unimportant point but man it sure is weird! ]
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he closes his eyes, seemingly deep in thought.
there's another long pause.
then:]
Maybe I hit my head so hard, my funny bone popped back into place.
[the delivery is completely, absolutely, bone dry.
NO, ASCH, THAT'S JUST A CONCUSSION!!!!!!
IS HE WAITING FOR A LAUGH!???!!>!!!]
1/3
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it's quiet, but he laughs. ]
Idiot.
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HUMOR
HE'S GOT THIS
HEEL TURN HERE HE COMES!!!!!!!]
Hmph. [HE'S CLEARLY PLEASED...]
So?
How did your evening go?
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abruptly he just
leans forward, and
if asch doesn't stop him
he'll give the older boy a loose hug around the shoulders. ]
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what
what does he do with that?
it's just a loose hug. it's not anything at all. but it feels...
...like...
...like a home. a home he can't go back to. that isn't his anymore. he can see it in his mind's eye, every part of it.
he closes his eyes
and doesn't move.]
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Quietly: ]
It's ... going pretty okay.
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Time to pretend, for the both of them, that didn't happen!]
...Good.
[...
he picks up the history book again, and leafs through it directionlessly.]
Here. I'll... bore us both to sleep.