[The camera shows
him clanging - loudly - onto the screen]
This is more bloody uncomfortable than you would imagine.
No I can't take it off.
And don't start that I should be used to it. In Narnia I'm welcome to take my armor off when I want to relax!
[ooc: Edmund means wealthy defender!
[ Looking at Edmund's predicament, Peter is revising that statement mentally, wondering if the Just can even sit down. ]
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[Apparently not.]
But I suppose yes, it could be worse. I could be unable to eat.
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[ He says, eying the visor of the helmet uncertainly... ]
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Especially if I squint.
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Some being better than none, it's still quite inconvenient isn't it? Is there anything you can think of that you might want or need while you wait it out?
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[ His tone takes on that mildly affectionate nuance that goes hand-in-hand with reference to Narnia, to how things once were even though it's all rather a long time ago - literally by Narnian time and at least figuratively by Earth and City standards. ]
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And neither do I. They seem to have gone overboard with the gold.
[ A closer inspection doesn't really tell him much else. ]
If you resembled a chess piece I'd suggest they were referencing that, but you don't.
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[This is obviously a joke. A gold-muffled joke]
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[ His reply isn't serious either, even if the words seem to be. His inflection says otherwise as he half-smiles. Though thinking of chess and Edmund makes Peter remember the enchanted set he'd gotten him several Christmases past.
It's odd to think how long they've been here, but not unwanted. ]
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