[Like the last time his number was pulled for the draft, Ceodore is a big bundle of energetic activity. It's not all just in preparation for the fighting to come. He's trying to stay busy to avoid thinking about things like the latest experiment and his father's departure. Getting ready for tomorrow is an excellent distraction. Mostly.
He's already
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Golbez turns his head when he hears footsteps and raises a hand in greeting.]
Ceodore, hello.
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[Somebody is happy to see you! Although now that he's thinking about it, Ceodore's not so sure he wants to fess up to what happened during the experiment after all.]
You ready for the draft?
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Always. Which reminds me... [He pulls out a package of curatives from somewhere under his cape.] I thought you might need another of these.
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Thank you. [He accepts the package, but looks up at his uncle with a questioning look.] You don't need them?
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I have my own. And a few extra packs for if anyone needs them. Always be prepared, after all.
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[He pauses, debating if he should speak up or not.]
Um, do you have some free time?
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Certainly. What did you want to discuss?
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[Gone. Let's not go there after all.]
Y-you seem th-the experiment...
[That's a horrible lead in too. Deep breath. Manning up now without subjecting his poor bachelor uncle with TMI.]
I did something I shouldn't have. I think.
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We all do that at times. What did you do, precisely?
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...asked Selphie to marry me. During the experiment!
[That last bit comes out so fast it was more like just one run-on word. Ceodore's turning quite red now, and looking away.]
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