[ help. there's a little snicker to that - he waves it off, and easily follows him onto the bench. ]
Hardly - no land, no people, no title. Sort of a renegade soldier, kind of. [ but it is wild to hear it even teasingly, and he leans back easily against the seat, kicking out too long legs and looking around. ]
[ pulling out his phone... strohl's gotten better at taking pictures over the weeks - the memories are nice. this is something they don't have at home, and with encouragement from vi, he's taken pictures of many, many things, hoping to capture the moments to share with her and the others, when he returns (maybe. maybe not will; the idea of terrifying will with what they've been through worries him a little.)
but he snaps a picture of the view, with the fireworks and then pulls it up to grab a picture of the two of them, too. selfie time! ]
There sort of has to be, yeah? To balance the worst of it. Like home.
[ things in euchronia are ass. strohl has long since known this, seethed against it, fought against it. but - there are such good things in the world, too. will taught him how to have hope again, gave him a path to walk after he'd lost his way, reminded him that the world was full of good things. and here, he tries to hold onto that. hope is one step behind a clear conscience, after all. ]
The people're a plus. [ with a little grin as he pockets his phone and gives him a nudge. ] Like you, Rupert.
Sure. [ there's a huff - a half smile, as he glances out at the scenery, phone tucking into his pocket. for a moment, things lapse into quiet, thoughtful.
he has some feelings about this!!! its always embarrassing to let someone in that easily, but... the people of halia called him leon, because that's how they knew him. and if anyone's earned it, it's rupert. ]
Hah. [ he leans back against the bench seat, easy, slings an arm over the top. ] Just you, Vi, and Iris, now.
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Hardly - no land, no people, no title. Sort of a renegade soldier, kind of. [ but it is wild to hear it even teasingly, and he leans back easily against the seat, kicking out too long legs and looking around. ]
's not a bad spot, this place.
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[shifting to peer over the edge of their compartment with a smile as more fireworks burst]
I like it, too.
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but he snaps a picture of the view, with the fireworks and then pulls it up to grab a picture of the two of them, too. selfie time! ]
For as odd as this place is, it has its moments.
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...Yeah. There's good things about each of them. For as much as they hurt, I wouldn't trade being in the school or hotel for anything.
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There sort of has to be, yeah? To balance the worst of it. Like home.
[ things in euchronia are ass. strohl has long since known this, seethed against it, fought against it. but - there are such good things in the world, too. will taught him how to have hope again, gave him a path to walk after he'd lost his way, reminded him that the world was full of good things. and here, he tries to hold onto that. hope is one step behind a clear conscience, after all. ]
The people're a plus. [ with a little grin as he pockets his phone and gives him a nudge. ] Like you, Rupert.
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kind of bumps into his shoulder, amused.]
As long as you're including yourself there too!
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Sure. [ there's a huff - a half smile, as he glances out at the scenery, phone tucking into his pocket. for a moment, things lapse into quiet, thoughtful.
and then... ]
... By the way, Rupert...
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Yeah? What is it?
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[ he turns his head a little to meet his gaze with a smile. ] When it's just us, at least.
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his expression immediately softens, though.]
...Sounds good. Leon, then.
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he has some feelings about this!!! its always embarrassing to let someone in that easily, but... the people of halia called him leon, because that's how they knew him. and if anyone's earned it, it's rupert. ]
Hah. [ he leans back against the bench seat, easy, slings an arm over the top. ] Just you, Vi, and Iris, now.
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[laughing a little]
But - thank you. I mean it. It's worth a lot.