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savethem:
Ah — He didn’t expect such a GOOD answer. “ You know what, think you might be on to something.” A small grin, “ Thanks for that, but mind if I borrow you for a bit then ? ”
“Not at all.” Rather, he didn’t think he had anything to do. Likely, no. He was a free man. “How can I help you out?”
savethem:
“ But what would you give to someone you hadn’t seen in awhile. ”
“A token of their interests in the past can serve for a reminder of better times.”
compactfighter:
“Well that’s nice of you to offer, but I think I’m good. If I wear too many coats then it’ll be hard for me to move around. But if I don’t wear any coats, I’ll freeze.”
“Mhm. The trick to it, I’ve heard, is wearing a coat with softer fabric on the inside.” Alas, he wasn’t the most intelligent in coats as he wore a cloak and preferred that, but at least he’d eavesdropped on a few conversations in his lifetime. “There’s also finding warmer spots. Or friends.”
compactfighter:
“I’ve been in my room all winter- how can people actually stand all this snow!?”
“Would you like me to find you a coat?”
nohright:
“Christmas and every other variation of it, yes. Santa Claus also brings gifts for the good young boys and girls as well, if that is what you’re asking.”
“That’s good news to hear.” Truth be told, it was. He recalls when he went to the orphanages delivering gifts under the guide of Santa back in the skies. “I’ve wondered how the cultures have spread over the worlds in this way. But I’m happy to know they have.”
“Christmas is celebrated here as well? Is Santa a concept here too?”
spikemuthyell:
“The snow is so deep that I keep losin’ my Pokemon.”
A sigh. “Morpeko! Where you at!?” A loud ‘urara!’ could be heard in the distance.
The sound of the ‘urara’ causes him to pause in his steps, glancing down to the pile of snow. After a moment of questioning it, he leans over and reaches into the depths, carefully plucking the Pokemon out and holding it in the air by its scruff.
“Surely you belong to someone who is missing you dearly, hmm?”
Lifts the side of his cloak up to shelter whatever poor individual might be stuck out in this horrible, yet beautiful weather.
motorcitymutt:
“It was definitely… interesting?” Mike shrugs, but he does offer some pocky – after being introduced to it, he figured he should at least take advantage of a sale, though he still wouldn’t declare this his favorite thing to snack on. But who can pass up a good sale? “…These ones are, mango, I think. Also, uh, hey? I’m Mike.” Smooth intro.
Tired eyes find themselves traveling to the offering, and he reconsiders his request for a moment’s pause. Would it be too rude of him? No, no. A knight was to go with his word, and he asked for a sample. It would be rude to reject it. Delicately, he reaches for a stick and eases it from the packaging, looking it over with amusement creasing along the rise of his eyebrows.
“These are cute. They remind me of snacks children in the kingdom used to grow excited over.” Perhaps similar recipes, as they appeared almost identical. Lips part and he takes a small nibble from the top, testing it. Mango, was it? He could agree that it had a tang like it, but was far more creamier. As if it were milky. Regardless, he caps his opinion, choosing instead to hold his free hand out to the youth. “Siegfried. Mike isn’t a common name where I am from. Thank you for sharing with me. Are you knowledgeable on the occasion?”
“It appears like I’ve missed all the fun.” Pocky day? He wasn’t entirely sure on it, but the atmosphere seemed lively from the excitement. “You won’t mind letting me try one of those sticks, will you?”
jaegerbombed:
He clicks his tongue with impatience, looking no less irritable than he was before. “Tch! Woes? I’m not suffering from some weak emotional shit! I’m talking about survival. Being angry and fighting to live. Pain is part of survival, it makes you stronger and gives you experience.”
“Yes, pain is part of survival and it does give you experience. I disagree that it will make everyone stronger.” He considers, if not for a moment-- Gunther and how the pain only drove him angrier and angrier, until eventually it led to such hurt that he begged for mercy. “Why do you think emotions are weak?”
jaegerbombed:
Then, snapping succinctly, “No.” He seems slightly affronted by the question and his overall manner. “What the hell does that have to do with anything?”
“I’ve met thousands of angry men in my lifetime, their past all has someone who has hurt them greatly. Maybe you’re different.” A pause. “Or maybe you’d prefer not to tell a stranger your woes.”
justsworn:
“Ahah… given our situation, I’d prefer keeping myself busy worrying rather than stand around idle, waiting for impending doom to strike. I suppose you could say it keeps me on my toes.”
“You don’t have to stand around idle. Worrying about a situation won’t change it, but it will give you bad headaches.” The smile remains, though more amusement spreads along it. “What are you afraid of happening?”
jaegerbombed:
He pauses and gives the stranger a sharp glare. “…What the fuck did you say?”
Good grief, he thinks internally eyeing the glare. His expression soothes out, becomes less inquiring and more sympathetic. “I asked if someone has hurt you.”
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justsworn:
“It’s unnerving, isn’t it? The lack of that usual hustle and bustle we tend to see. It’s almost as if…” His voice trails off as near the end, thus he doesn’t finish speaking that thought aloud.
A soft smile sets on his features and he turns his head to the shorter, sunlight casting warmly along half of his face. “Maybe it would be best not to worry about the negatives, but appreciate that there’s enough quiet time to think.”
ainohashira:
♥ “O-Oh. Oh. Trick or treating is only for children, huh?”
“I’m already nineteen but I was excited to try it, but I guess if I’m too old…”
“Sounds like the perfect time to start.”
