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Luceti Appointments Post
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concasse. o/ Probably because we're too busy/lazy to make a post or a separate log. [written], [voice/video], and [action] are all fair game - just mark the method of communication and the date in the subject line. EXAMPLES:
[March 15, Action]
[March 15, Voice]
[March 15, Written]
➟ Directory
[February 21st, action]
Well then. [He steps back a tiny bit, so he can get a peek at her face] How about I stay for a little bit, if you're not busy? [To make up for the fact]
[February 21st, action]
I'm not busy. [ A ghost of a smile. ] I don't think I will be, for a little while.
[February 21st, action]
Not that it matters; he'd take the day off if it meant making her happy. And he'll wait for her to make the decision on where they should go: her room, or staying in the kitchen.]
[February 21st, action]
... have you ever seen my room?
[February 21st, action]
[February 21st, action]
It's surprisingly neat, for someone who is grieving; though that may simply suggest she hasn't been in it, much. What books and papers she has are neatly organized on her desk. A collection of medical texts, some school books, and in pride of place, the book Luke made for her on her birthday. There is a table beside her bed, with a clock and a jewelry box, which is open and displays many of the gifts she's been given by friends over the years. On the walls are pictures - some of them have Sanji in them, some Luke, some various of her other friends that she may have been able to get from anyone who carried a camera. (And it's clear from the two photos of Elicia that "anyone" was probably Hughes.)
In a corner rest her weapons - the swaxe, that odd-looking sword she and Sokka made, a bow and a quiver of arrows, and an old, disused katana. Nearby them is a folded up telescope, and beside that a tripod. Out one window is a flower box, with pretty blue irises planted in it. On the sill of the other is a plant - a thing left to her by Ginko, a thing she still keeps.
The room has an air of a place much loved and lived in; it's clear she's been here for a long time.
Xion moves over to the bed, and takes a seat, indicating that he can sit beside her if he wants, though there's also the chair at the desk. ]
[February 21st, action]
[When he passes the plant... well, his step slows, as if his body is holding its breath, but the moment ends and then he's sitting beside her on the bed.]
[February 21st, action]
But she makes no mention of the issue. Not, at least, right now. She instead pulls her knees loosely to her chest and turns her head to look at the photos. ]
It took me a long time to get them all. But before Mr. Hughes left the first time, he gave me a bunch of things he had. Some of them are from Nami, too.
[February 21st, action]
... We really should take a picture together. [Are there even any up there of the two of them? Perhaps from the Luceti Valley experiment, but considering the circumstances hovering over that, it's almost like cheating.
No. He wants a "real" picture. His smile could almost pass for jolly] What do you think?
[February 21st, action]
I'd like that.
[ She feels the same way. Back when Sanji had left the first time, and Nami had offered her some pictures of she and Sanji together, as father and daughter, she'd refused. She, too, had felt it was cheating. ]
[February 21st, action]
Maybe Vivi-chan could take them. She wanted to meet you anyway, properly this time. [At this point he notes his thoughts straying down this line of conversation with dogged determination. And it's not so much that he's trying to distract as it is that he's suddenly aware of lost time - things they haven't done, might never get to do if one of them were to suddenly vanish tomorrow.
They're both surrounded by departures and losses. Everyone is. So this... this'll be good for them.]
[February 21st, action]
[ She's still smiling, faintly, cheered a little by his sheer enthusiasm over the idea. She's just not capable of a lot of words or excitement, at the moment. ]
[February 21st, action]
... Though he does wish he could break through some of her sorrow, all the same.]
Just let me know whenever you're ready, okay? [Not now, he assumes, when she has so much on her plate. They both do. It's debatable if they'd have it in them to smile with all they've got, anyway.
Yeah... later is wiser]
[February 21st, action]
Thanks, dad.
[February 21st, action]
His chest warms, as do the quiet thoughts in his head that say... maybe he can do this after all. He knocks his cheek against the top of her head with a smile.
Yeah... this is how it should be.]