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[armorumvigiles]

[There's the crackling of audio, fuzzy noise, and the Guide turns on to something that's supposed to be a conversation between a few individuals. There's very little context for the back-and-forth that's being broadcasted now:]

...And it's been six months! Six months! Can you believe it?

I see. And he hasn't made the offer of living together as

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[IDK THEY CAN BE...SITTING NEXT TO EACH OTHER I am so delirious atm]

[armorumvigiles]

[Basch, on the other hand, doesn't sound too thrilled...]

I may be misinterpreting the requirements regarding our occupation.

[COOL <3]

[armorumvigiles]

It seems you have more experience in the matter than I do, I'm afraid. I am aware that I have said this often, since we've found ourselves on this ship.

[armorumvigiles]

It wouldn't surprise you to hear that matchmaking was not a required skill to learn in the Dalmascan army.

[A small half-smile.]

I hope I am not too old to learn.

[armorumvigiles]

It is good of you to say so.

[Blink. What is he to make of this?]

Though the majority of the refugee demographic seems to be comprised of those far younger than I am.

[armorumvigiles]

I cannot be sure of that. The young on this ship seem far wiser than their age suggests.

[armorumvigiles]

It's been long since I've felt too young for anything, Balthier. [He's inclined to smile a bit, even if it's the subtlest change in expressions, as it usually is! See, it's nice to be able to speak with someone who's so pleasantly straightforward (or is he?) with him.] But even age brings with it something of value-- if you should see that in me, I will not protest.

[armorumvigiles]

By myself, I take it.

[He seems to consider it, but seeing as how it's his job to do this this month in the first place...]

I will attempt it. But if I were to fail?