The park was busy - busy with nurses, with a few stray patients and busier than Celes had expected. She strolled down a quiet walkway, her breath puffing in the air. It was nice to be in weather that actually agreed with her. She wasn't built for the desert (how did the Figaroans manage to survive in that stifling heat?) and Narshe was too frigid even for her tastes.
But, the southern continent had been so nice, like this, in early winter. Unexpectedly, Celes felt somewhat home sick, though she was a marked traitor of the Empire. Celes paused at a bench, quiet except for a nurse that passed by every once in a while to ostensibly check upon the young woman. She tossed her hair over her shoulders and down the back of the bench, folded her hands and closed her eyes. It would be so nice if she could just sleep a little bit more and ignore the worries of the day.
But just resting her eyes and listening to the sounds of the park would do well for her, too.
Dias hadn't had much to do once Celes had left; after a brief inquiry to Guy to assure that the man had ended the night all right(given what had looked like some sort of panic attack coming on), he'd simply wandered off. He'd wound up at the park more by accident than design, though it wasn't really a surprise - it was the closest he'd come to anything like the wilds of Expel he'd been used to since he'd arrived in the institute, and as such it was...peaceful, in a way. And while he appreciated the comfort in general, it had been especially nice in the wake of his irritation at Celes' friend, and the fact that the woman had tacitly approved of his behavior by accepting it without comment. He'd thought better of her, given how alike he'd thought they were.
Of course, Celes' arrival in the park had brought a bit of the earlier tension back. "Did he brush you off, too, or is that reserved entirely for other people?"
Celes opened one eye and tossed Dias a look that was coolly professional. "Hardly. I left of my own accord." The atmosphere had been stifling and uncomfortable, anyway. Celes sat up and tucked her hair behind her ear, opening both eyes. She knew that tone of voice - it quite clearly said, That thing you just did? I don't take kindly to it.
"I would've expected to see you elsewhere, though." Boy, wasn't that the truth, but, fate had a way of closing doors and opening windows, so to speak.
"Where else would you have expected to see me?" he inquired, curious despite his irritation. He wasn't quite sure what that comment was supposed to mean; yes, the two of them were similar and got along well enough, but they hadn't really spent enough time around each other to truly have gotten to know each other well yet. What expectations could she have formed about his behavior?
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The park was busy - busy with nurses, with a few stray patients and busier than Celes had expected. She strolled down a quiet walkway, her breath puffing in the air. It was nice to be in weather that actually agreed with her. She wasn't built for the desert (how did the Figaroans manage to survive in that stifling heat?) and Narshe was too frigid even for her tastes.
But, the southern continent had been so nice, like this, in early winter. Unexpectedly, Celes felt somewhat home sick, though she was a marked traitor of the Empire. Celes paused at a bench, quiet except for a nurse that passed by every once in a while to ostensibly check upon the young woman. She tossed her hair over her shoulders and down the back of the bench, folded her hands and closed her eyes. It would be so nice if she could just sleep a little bit more and ignore the worries of the day.
But just resting her eyes and listening to the sounds of the park would do well for her, too.
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Dias hadn't had much to do once Celes had left; after a brief inquiry to Guy to assure that the man had ended the night all right(given what had looked like some sort of panic attack coming on), he'd simply wandered off. He'd wound up at the park more by accident than design, though it wasn't really a surprise - it was the closest he'd come to anything like the wilds of Expel he'd been used to since he'd arrived in the institute, and as such it was...peaceful, in a way. And while he appreciated the comfort in general, it had been especially nice in the wake of his irritation at Celes' friend, and the fact that the woman had tacitly approved of his behavior by accepting it without comment. He'd thought better of her, given how alike he'd thought they were.
Of course, Celes' arrival in the park had brought a bit of the earlier tension back. "Did he brush you off, too, or is that reserved entirely for other people?"
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"I would've expected to see you elsewhere, though." Boy, wasn't that the truth, but, fate had a way of closing doors and opening windows, so to speak.
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