[66] every minor detail is a major decision

[buildstherobots]

[Yeah, Dist is still rather bitter about the whole droning thing and his talk with Nina. He hasn't even had the energy to update his letter, which he knows sorely needs doing, and his efforts to repair the Kaiser's gun constantly end in frustration. Sol, his cheagle, to his credit, does his best to comfort his master, but in a house full of drones

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[buildstherobots]

What business is it of yours?

[His hackles are a bit raised, and she can hear it.]

[buildstherobots]

[There's a long pause on the other end of the line. He doesn't want to admit why, not after their argument, not to anyone.]

...But why do you want to know? Isn't it good enough for you than I'm looking for help?

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[duck_duck_laser]

[There's a small laugh on the other end of the line.]

And here I was offering training to people not long ago...

I might be able to help you out. What were you being trained in, previously?

[buildstherobots]

Jecht's methods were weird. They mostly involved him attacking me and me trying to keep him from it until I collapsed.

[duck_duck_laser]

Hm. That's one way to do it.

Was this armed combat? Unarmed combat? ...did this person bother teaching you any basic technique before... all of the attacking and collapsing?

[buildstherobots]

Unarmed. And no, not really. I guess he just... hoped I'd pick it up if he attacked me enough.

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[dclassreyvateil]

[Here, have a clueless new person standing nearby watching

An older teenager (around 17 years old) dressed up in 1950s typical outdoor wear (details what's that) is contemplating whether to disturb the man from his work. She's wearing a red hairband, with both sides of her light-to-dark-brown-hair done in makeshift black ribbons, and a really long braid of hair going down past her knees. A reference can be seen here.]

[buildstherobots]

[Sol actually notices before Dist does, scampering away from his work and looking up at the newcomer with what looks like a smile and a wag of his stubby tail. Dist follows the creature with his eyes, sees the girl, but doesn't speak. He mostly looks tired.]

[dclassreyvateil]

[The girl doesn't know what to make of the cheagle, but it pings her interest nonetheless. She squats down briefly, petting it with a soft smile.

She glances up to see the whitish-pink-haired (hope I got it right D: it does seem pinkish at least) man looking at her. Her smile breaks, and she stands up again, arms to her chest.]

I'm sorry...was I disturbing you?

it's white in canon and then the anime changed it to pink 8l so technically both are right

[buildstherobots]

[Sol purrs, clearly enjoying the attention, while Dist shrugs and shakes his head.]

Not really. What do you want?

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[cameracrush]

[She spots Dist on her way home from school. Usually she'd just keep walking, but his expression makes her pause. She stands a bit aways and smiles.]

Those are really lovely.

[buildstherobots]

They're selenias... native to my home. I had one replicated from a while ago, and I thought it was only fitting to fill the garden with them. Knowing Mayfield, they should survive the winter.

[His expression is still somewhat sad, though.

[cameracrush]

[She walks a little closer and crouches next to him, careful not to pick up and dirt on her skirt. ]

Um, I don't really know what replicating is. But it's nice that you managed to get something from home.

[buildstherobots]

[Dist sits back on the grass, crossing his legs.]

Someone from home got one back, a long time ago. I have a machine that can make copies of things, so I made a copy of it just in case. Just as I expected... both he and the original disappeared.