perfectmatch | week two

[He grins a little. To him, it still sounds like Furina is in work and performance mode, which means she must have fallen straight into old habits. And yet that doesn't seem to be an issue, at least not on the surface, so he assumes it's something to be happy about.

They'll take their seat at the counter, right in front of the sushi belt.]

Still thinking about how to dazzle an audience, aren't you? [He watches a dish drift lazily by. Aaaa how to pick!!!] I don't travel in the way that you think; it was limited to the Continent.

[There aren't many other options...]

Less to do with overseas travel to foreign lands, or even trains winding through long, peaceful vistas. Think long, hard days of walking, fighting, then resting your weary bones at a campfire.

Hmph, you've got it all wrong. It's not my responsibility anymore, but I just thought the people on Fontaine might like something like this.

[She can't help but have grand ideas that impassion her...that's truly something that's etched into her spirit by now.

Unfortunately, the funds are not, so her flights of fancy are frequently left to float in the clouds unrealized. His story seems much more down-to-earth, and she focuses on it instead of all that boring jurisdictional stuff.]

Hence the "expedition" rather than something more twee, I suppose. I've an acquaintance whose journey has been similarly unending, but even they take their detours. In that case, an easy mode of transportation must seem like a luxury.

Forgive me, then, Mademoiselle. But you can't deny that it's hard to untrain the mind to think a certain way after so long!

[Even Verso, who tires of painting, views much in regard to color, composition, and with a keen eye for detail. Some things are simply too embedded in one's identity to erase clean, nor would one wish to. He understands.]

But yes, it is. There's no easy mode of transportation when the land's been shattered. [Okay, here comes a few slices of an eel sushi roll... He decides to snag a plate, because why not be adventurous?] But in the end, we had Esquie, so land, sea, or air was not an issue.

[does not explain what an esquie is]

No, I can't deny that. These things do ingrain themselves in you, until sometimes they can't be unraveled back to the thread where they started. [Furina's expression grows a little waner, her eyes catching a few of the dishes passing by and focusing on the movement of the belt, ever revolving, the same things coming back around.

Sometimes, the actor fades into the role.]

It sounds like all of your exhaustive efforts paid off in the end if you were able to obtain something as groundbreaking as an Equie!

Er... What's an Esquie?

[That actually makes him laugh. He can only iagine how pleased Esquie would've been to hear someone call him ground-breaking.]

Esquie's not a what, but a who. He was one of my best friends back home — powerful, but kind. And big. We could all ride atop him as he ran, swam, or even flew across all manner of terrain.

I think you'd have liked him.

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