Watch them, catch them unawares [closed, complete]

[the_pizza_witch]

WHO: C.C. and Laguna Loire
WHAT: And impromptu picnic!
WHERE: The Market.
WHEN: Two days after Christmas?

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[prez_leg_cramp]

Laguna was nursing some hot chocolate. He'd taken one on Seifer's jackets (the guy only wore that ONE jacket all over the place anyway) and used some of his own money for a cap and gloves. Now he was just wandering the marketplace.

It was weird, to be on an island but have it snow like this. Weren't islands suppose to be hot and humid? This was incredibly dry and cold, right now. He hadn't experienced this since going on that one mission in Trabia.

Laguna took another sip of his hot chocolate, it was very delicious. His black cap pushed his hair against his face, his bangs over one eye, but he didn't feel like moving it. He could still see anyway, there was a space between it and all.

He didn't see C.C. pass him, her green hair was hidden.

[the_pizza_witch]

She certainly noticed him. The familiar way he walked, the familiar expression - hidden as it was behind his bangs. C.C. remembered Laguna, and she remembered well the picnic-chat they had when she had last sought a peaceful escape from the chaos of the town. He was a nice, simple man, she knew, and good company.

"Laguna Loire," she said quietly, just over his shoulder. She had a penchant for startling and surprising people, and she was the type to be amused by their reactions. "Isn't it too cold for you to be outside, President?"

[prez_leg_cramp]

"Hm?" Laguna turned and saw the familiar orange eyes, despite the green hair being hidden. "Oh, C.C.!" He smiled softly. "Nah, I'm used to it. Traveling the world can do that."

He'd gotten used to being called 'President' even if he had yet to be inaugurated into the government of Esthar and all. "How about you? Aren't you cold? I'm pretty positive islands aren't suppose to snow like this, after all, and you seem to have been here long enough to have gotten used to the weather."

[the_pizza_witch]

"I've suffered worse things," she answered, turning to look up at the sky. "This isn't bad."

It was true. Torture and execution aside, there had been snowstorms and thunderstorms and bullet storms that the witch had survived, and compared to them the light snowfall of Rivelata was pleasant, even enjoyable.

"I could have a picnic in this sort of weather," she said idly.

[prez_leg_cramp]

"...I see."

And he did. C.C. seemed to have that way of knowing things even without him saying. Laguna was sure she didn't know the details, but still. It was comforting, he supposed, to know that someone else knew what he was feeling. Not that he wanted people to experience this, of course.

Still though.

"I... lost my wife," He finally said, his voice a mere whisper.

[the_pizza_witch]

She had figured as much. Aside from the fact that such an illusion required their minds to be connected - which gave her more insight than she'd have admitted out loud - Laguna seemed like a man only devastated by something that drastic.

"I see..." she said in return. She paused before speaking, debating telling him. ...Well, what could it hurt? He wasn't the type to cause trouble with that sort of information.

"He was... is my accomplice."

[prez_leg_cramp]

"Accomplice?" That was... certainly different. But she considered it a loss akin to his own, but he didn't push it. Instead, he asked. "May I ask in what? What were you two trying to do?"

[the_pizza_witch]

It wasn't a marriage in any way except for that it was a contract and a commitment. Recently, there had been love, or confessions of it, too... a promise of trust and care. But it had never been anything ideal or romantic in the usual sense, and it certainly never was going to be.

"To change the world."