Fateful Reunions (Closed - Owain)
Having found an assortment of tomes in one place called a ‘library’ thanks to another’s assistance, Laurent had to express surprise: this realm certainly was lucky, to have so many precious books intact and readable where in his time, many manuscripts had been lost to the ravages of war - the thought of that brought his cheery mood down a bit. Their world was at peace, so he knew he shouldn’t worry over it now, but still: the reminders of the future they’d all fought to change together weighed heavy.
Shaking it off with a firm physical shake, though. Best to focus on helping others in the here and now, and not those sad memories. Though it was true not all of them were sad: he’d choose to focus on the more cheer-inducing ones, himself. Speaking of memories, unless his ears were playing tricks on him: he could hear some dramatic tones outside the library which could only belong to one person.
It had to be that person: nobody else he knew spoke as...curiously as that. Leaving the piles of tomes he’d neatly stacked on the table next to him be for now, he gave a rather bemused smile as he headed outside the library.
“Dear dear...what are you proclaiming this time, Owain? I can hear you all the way inside, you know - but you know, that’s not a bad thing. Me noticing your voice meant I could greet you here and reunite again, hm?”
Truth be told, the other’s eccentricities were still quite the fascinating thing for Laurent, though in all honesty, he only joked about actually studying it. (He wouldn’t do that to a friend, though his seriousness meant Owain hadn’t caught the jokes.)