I wasn't, and I know what you're getting at. We became close, yes, and that is why I'm not bothered if nothing comes of this venture -- the whole venture, show and all. I said as much to Verso too.
[ But part of her. Well, it was unlikely as a whole anyway -- the ages range aside, she is not some who... falls... into anything as quickly as others do. More cautious, learning from her father's mistake. ]
Anyway, that is all I have to offer you, for both secrets and "shooting". There will be no more updates henceforth whatsoever.
Oh, good. That's the fun option I had in mind, too.
[Plus it would be quite pretty to see!
Well, a moment or two later, and they're on the speedboat! Does either of them know how to drive this thing? It seems like Edamura does.]
Can't be any more difficult than the go-karts... [war flashbacks to maya crashing hers twice] -is what I'd say if I were driving this thing, but it seems you've some experience?
[Hm. Okay, he looks around for a place to set their things down, and also at the large waterslides looming above. They should figure out what they want to do, and also trade war stories to kill time.
Because now he's dreadfully curious.]
Want to trade stories when it comes to scars, then? [He can offer the one about the scar over his eye; and it lends into the promise he made for himself to be more truthful. With Maya, at least this comes easily for him.]
[ She can, and... she doesn't know much how to feel about the implication, the sense it might make. Odile finally manages to worm her hook and sends it flying an... okay distance, she guesses, less than Serpilia's she supposes. ]
I see. Well, I don't know what I can offer in that regard other than an ear, but sometimes simply "being there" is enough, isn't it?
[ Supposedly. ]
Before you confess all there is to your situation, do you have a hobby outside of dressing others well?
Something came of this venture, unless you plan on going back home and completely forgetting you met me. Which would hurt my feelings! Don't hurt my feelings, Odile.
[but as for the rest. . . ? well. . . it's just another way in which they are alike, isn't it? guarded hearts that yearn for something more, even if it's difficult for them to truly open themselves up to it. in Edamura's case, to believe that he is suitedfor it. maybe he should tell her that there was one tiny, itty bitty, small thing that he lied about back during their first week here. . .]
. . . anyway. I haven't shot any shots. Quite frankly, I'm not sure if I actually have any to shoot.
It does recall her something of Vaugardian -- a few differences in stresses, but that's regional in any case, though... more than that, it is pleasant to listen to. Once poured she'll swirl the wine gently, just for something to do.
... How best to approach... Should she start with it, or leave it until later? ]
Shall we play a casual game with these glasses of ours? If we don't want to answer something, be it a question of ourselves or on others, we'll drink. As we talk naturally, mind. I'm not interested in interrogation.
Luka is my name in everything. [ there is only one him! ] I sing in solos or duets with other artists. My songs would be under ALST or my father's name, Heperu.
[ he's pre ALST 50 but we could still have sweet dream remix!!! ]
Unfortunately for you, we'll be writing letters across dimensions. I expect to hear much of your latest escapades, Edamura.
[ how many lies will you make her face edamura ]
... Still, is that so? I think you and Maya would make a good pair. Especially given her journalistic nature -- they seem to be the types who care little for the morality of law and more of the morality of men. What changed your mind?
To Taco Bell, yes. That's where they brought Serpilia and me. [ is production really gonna ferry them around like they're on a movie set... well luka doesn't seem bothered by it. ]
Considering this game is so easy, we should discuss the actual game.
Nothing changed my mind. I still think she's. . . pretty great.
[he still thinks it might be nice to kiss her!! there's open affection in his smile as he looks down, recalling their silly competition at the batting cages. every answer she had given to his curious questions. . . about her life, her career, the things she wanted to do (travel) the things she was looking for in a partner (someone to temper her when she pushed too far). the small flicker of adventure he could see in her eyes that made his heart beat a little faster, as much as he would never admit to it aloud]
[. . .]
[but. . .]
. . . I just can't give her what Luka does! That's all. [he looks up again, still smiling. he says that, but there's no sense of self-deprecation in his words] That level of. . . absolute devotion.
[. . .]
It's only been two, going on three, weeks, Odile. I can't fall in love that fast.
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