tireurdelite | Seasons: IC Contact/Overflow

Oh, right. That's a bad thing here, isn't it? [He should probably worry more about that himself instead of being so laid back about it, oops.]

Well, I know a guy who can lend you a hand. Or two!

Normally I wouldn't ask you for something like that but... I'm sure I'd trouble you more if something happened. So, I'm sorry.

[He does at least know that Fogado would be really upset if he were to become a statue.]

Seriously, don't sweat it. It's not like it's something either of us can help, it's just how this place is.

Plus, it gives me an excuse to hang out with you more. I know partying all the time isn't your scene. Though speaking of scenes... Where are you now, exactly?

I'm just in the apartment I was assigned.

[He'll give Fogado the address! Come visit him.]

Gotcha! I'll be right over.

[Or over as fast as he can be, given he's not too familiar with the area. Eventually, though, Alcryst will hear a knock.]

[Alcryst will let him in. He looks... not great, actually! Much paler than he should be.]

Come in, please. What's mine is yours.

Oh, sure. [Fogado looks visibly startled when Alcryst opens the door. It seems the Brodian prince was understating his condition by quite a margin. He steps inside, glancing around the apartment before turning on his heel and focusing back on Alcryst.]

I, uh, I'm just going to come out and say it: you look awful.

Usually I would say that's pretty normal for me, but I know what you mean.

[Is this really the time for Alcryst's self-esteem...]

I didn't mean it in a bad way! Or, not, like, a personal bad way?

[Ack, he came here to make Alcryst feel better, not worse. He offers him a hand.] C'mon, I'll make you feel better.

[It's a testament to how badly off Alcryst is right now that he doesn't even hesitate to take Fogado's hand.

His eyes go wide and he perks up a little bit.] Oh, that feels really nice.

[Fogado beams at the visible improvement.] Yeah? Then I have a great deal for you.

[With one hand busy, he tugs his singular glove off his other hand with his teeth and pockets it, before offering his hand to Alcryst.]

You can hold both.

[Oh no, that's such a cool move...!

Alcryst takes Fogado's other hand and gives it a squeeze.]

You have very warm hands.

Yeah? You've got the hands of an archer, for sure.

[Rough with the use of a bowstring, surprisingly for someone with such a gentle-looking appearance and personality. He rubs the back of his thumb over one of his hands and offeres him a fond smile.]

Of course, it takes one to know one.

Thank you, Prince Fogado.

[He knows that's a compliment, coming from him.]

I'm sure you haven't had any trouble finding people to hold hands with.

I'm not gonna lie, I almost forgot about needing to do it if you hadn't reminded me. So you would've been walking down the street one day and suddenly you're all, "Who is that handsome statue? He looks familiar!"

[He uses his hold on Alcryst's hand to mimic the other gesturing at him, and then laughs. Yes, he really just called himself handsome.]

[Rather than laughing with him, Alcryst gives Fogado's hands a tight squeeze.]

I don't ever want to see you like that. I'll hold hands with you every day if it'll keep that from happening.

[Fogado tones it down a little when he realises how seriously Alcryst is taking this.]

Every day? I won't say no, but are you sure? That's a pretty big thing to promise.

Well... It's better to be cautious instead of pushing it, isn't it? And besides, even if you can go a few days without touching anyone, you'll feel better if you do.

If it's you, I don't mind.

Yeah, you're right. Deal!

[...Maaaybe he'd exaggerated his forgetfulness a tiny bit to get Alcryst to do him a solid, but at least, this way, Alcryst doesn't have to feel like he's the one being a burden. Win-win.]

So, wanna sit down and relax? We can still touch, but it's probably more comfy than standing around.

[Mission success, and Alcryst is none the wiser.]

Oh! I'm sorry, please have a seat and make yourself comfortable.

[There's a nice couch in the living room that hasn't gotten much use yet.]

Sounds like a plan.

[He lets go of one of Alcryst's hands to lead him over to the couch, then takes a seat.]

It must feel different to Brodia Castle, but you have a nice little place here.

[Alcryst settles in comfortably beside him and reaches for Fogado's hand again.]

It's much quieter than Brodia Castle - or the Somniel, for that matter. But I do like having a place to myself.

Plus, you get to see somewhere new, right? And not for an awful reason like a war. All in all, it's not a terrible deal.

[Sure, it's not great when they have so much going on at home, but he wants to make the best of a bad situation. He laces their fingers together and offers him a warm smile.]

[He can tell Fogado is trying to reassure him, and it does help, a great deal actually.]

-I've been thinking it would be good to take the phones they gave us back home and see if we can replicate them. They would revolutionize message carrying.

[It would be useful for war, yes, but also for ordinary things.]

You know, I was thinking the same thing about airships and stuff. Wouldn't it be cool to fly on one? Or even learn to fly one yourself?

[Crossing the desert would be so much easier in Solm for his people, too.]

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