8th Song

[when_is_sunday]

::sitting on a cot in Terminal C, Pepinot paged through his storybook, his feet dangling over the side of the cot. It was lonely, with his roommate, Yuri, off on the Conductor's mission, so he'd taken to wandering where there were more people to be around

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[spectaclebobber]

::Despite this being one of her few outings away from the train, she still decides to go to the least crowded part of the airport and finds Pepinot there:: ...

[when_is_sunday]

::glances up, noticing Ran and recognizing her from the train::

...Are you alone?

[spectaclebobber]

Yes.

[when_is_sunday]

You don't have to be, if you want.

[spectaclebobber]

Is that so?

[when_is_sunday]

Yes.

...I'm Pepinot.

[spectaclebobber]

I'm Ran Billows.

What are you doing?

[when_is_sunday]

Reading. But some of the words are long. It's harder to read in English.

[spectaclebobber]

Perhaps, you're having trouble reading because you need glasses.

[when_is_sunday]

Maybe. Boniface wears glasses, he ruined his eyes by reading under the covers past lights out.

[spectaclebobber]

Having to wear glasses is hardly a punishment.

[when_is_sunday]

It's not a punishment. He did it to himself.

[spectaclebobber]

But you made it seem like it was something more terrible than it really is.

[when_is_sunday]

No, I was just saying what was true. I didn't mean to make it sound terrible.

Are you an eye doctor?

[spectaclebobber]

No.

Just a glasses enthusiast.

[when_is_sunday]

::observes Ran's glasses objectively::

...I think they're prettier than Boniface's, but his are the only other ones I've seen.