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uses-both-hands:
*bringing Elle’s newly-folded clothes from the laundry room, but rather confused about why she’s stopped in the middle of the hall* “Huh?”
*comes closer* “Something wrong, Ell–”
“!?”
“I knew it! These ARE yours!”
“How could you leave your undies out on the floor when an innocent maiden is living under the same roof?”
ryoutekiki:
*just about to protest that, but pauses* “…”
*–and recovers* “…Just because I never shopped for that before doesn’t mean I can’t learn to.”
“Sooooo… what exactly do you need?”
*already walking towards the apartment foyer to get her jacket* “Pens, notebooks... the usual school stuff...”
“Oh! And a new bag!”
ryoutekiki:
“Oh. I… see.” *didn’t realize she’d have contacted Jude first as opposed to asking him first and… feels maybe a bit saddened by that”
*but is not gonna linger on that thought since there’s something else that’s much more offensive* “Hey now, why are you doubting my ability to shop properly? I’m very good at shopping for myself and for others.”
“So, what’re we getting?”
“Well... you don’t really look like someone who likes to shop. Especially for what I need...”
“I need to get new school supplies.”
A Place to Call Home
Elle sat alone in an ever familiar courtyard in front of the apartment that Ludger Wil Kresnik once lived in. It was at this very swing set that the two of them made their promise, to travel together as he volunteered to aide her in her search for the Land of Canaan. However, all that was left of that day, or that person, were bittersweet memories of a promised fulfilled.
There was no Ludger, nor her Papa. And in the two years that has past was lived with the makeshift family that was composed of the rest of their traveling friends.
She was not short of receiving attention or affection due to this, and the credentials of most of the people around her made her the envy of a number of her peers. Not a lot of people could easily claim to be friends with one Jude Mathis, Baran Svent, or even more impressively, the great, slightly intimidating, and technologically inept king of Liese Maxia, Gaius. She also currently lived with the Governor of Kalakh Shal and an awesome self-proclaimed sister figure, Elise Lutus. The list could really go on.
But despite this all, there was an emptiness that didn’t seem to want to leave. Being the envy of ones peers didn’t always mean something good. She had also encountered a few difficulties living and studying in Liese Maxia. There was still discrimination between the two nations after all and words between people and friends regarding her could sometimes turn hurtful.
That... and there was the fact that everyone she really was close with were moving on with their lives with a purpose of sorts, while all Ludger and her father had wished for her upon their passing was for her to live on. She had at least been fulfilling that hope, but to little reason or direction. At the speed everyone else was moving forward, how long did she still have before they all left her behind? How long will they entertain or cater to her until they would have to part ways?
A makeshift family could only go so far, right?
At that, she let out a long weary sigh and swung herself half-heartedly on the swing. She had already hit three weeks since choosing to invade Jude and Alvin’s apartment. It wouldn’t be long now until one of them questioned her, and in Alvin’s case, maybe tell her to go back to Kalakh Shal.
“Jude did not!”
“And that is not a valid reason for me to cross the street!”
“You should if you want to be in his good graces again. You should go and buy Jude flowers like how my Papa used to when he broke his promise to Elle.”
*overheard that and can’t stop himself from exclaiming out loud* “I WHAT?!”
“Speak of the devil. Why don’t we ask him about it?”
“….I’d prefer if you didn’t use your teeth, you glutton plush toy.” *if rings were to disappear in Tipo, then that’d defeat the purpose of a marriage*
“Though, why do you think we’d need a ring bearer?”
*wiggles his ears to dismiss Alvin’s worries* “Then ears it is!”
“Drossel says rings are an absolute, absolute must-must-must!”
*may or may not be staring at the closed door as he hears something about a hairy tongue disorder. Who the heck caught that and can he stay far away from them?*
*—but that’s not important, so he belatedly clears his throat* “A-actually, it’s Alvin, doc.”
*........and that was just about the only news that could have bothered him more than yet another patient with an odd but medically uninteresting disorder*
*stomps over to the door and pushes it open brusquely* "Unless you've been run through or ate a bad mushroom and got lethally poisoned and need urgent medical care, what business do you have here?"
