[Though Cloud isn't certain when Krile was planning on coming down, almost immediately after he finishes writing the comment he grabs a notebook and heads outside. There's a place just outside the Spa he can sit, and a good view of both some plants he wants to try drawing and the path that leads up to the Spa. His current body wasn't nearly as good at drawing or even writing, the childish muscles having a harder time holding the brush, and so he had taken to practicing whenever he had the time.
When Krile comes up the path she'll see a white-haired boy staring with great concentration at a fern.]
[Krile shows up sometime rather later, because she ended up falling asleep after Mr. Vimes came over. She holds her hat in one hand, trying to summon up the stoic strength she usually has in these situations, but she's not very good at it.
...Huh. Cloud looks exactly the same. Except for height. What's he doing, anyway?]
[By the time she shows up, he's already gone through several sheets of precious paper; he would probably save a lot of trouble, or at least annoyance, for himself later if he stopped practicing, but then he'd have nothing to do. He's currently planning to pick up some more paper the next time the Wilderness turns into a city.
Cloud glances up at the sound of someone calling his name, and blinks to see a young girl with blonde hair standing there, holding a hat. Since he's only expecting one person, and actually only *knows* one blonde woman... he shuts the notebook, standing up quickly. It's probably Krile, but she doesn't look so great.]
[She wanders over and looks at the closed notebook, then up at him. It's... strange to see him smaller. But he still has his bangs shaggily draped over one eye. Does that mean it's gone at this age? That seems very sad, to Krile.]
Hi.
[She knows she said that already, but isn't sure what else to say. But if nothing else, Cloud being smaller makes him easier to hug, which she does now.]
QL! - This isn't meant to be shippy, orzeatenbylightFebruary 16 2011, 07:47:04 UTC
[To say that Cloud is surprised by that would be a bit of an understatement. The notebook hits the ground as he stands there, stunned for a second--belatedly remembering that hugs should be returned if someone gives them to you; Sniper's managed to teach him that much, at least. Especially if that someone looked as woebegone as Krile did.
So he carefully wraps his arms around her too, a bit awkwardly, and just... kind of holds her, waiting for her to be ready to let go.
Hugs from Sniper are rough and hard, for the most part. They all seem to be part of that 'friends hit each other' thing Sniper believed in. This hug is different... he isn't sure how to describe it.
[Krile notices the awkwardness, and if she was her normal self she'd let go to stop making him uncomfortable. Right now, she's having a harder time seeing outside of her own needs, and just seeing him isn't enough. She has to hold onto him.
She's not crying, not anymore--she got most of her tears out with Mr. Vimes, at least for now. But she still feels weary inside. And Cloud seems content just to hold onto her indefinitely.
After a time she loosens her hug a little.]
...thanks. Sorry. You prob'ly don't like hugs too much.
[Well... should he pull away? Or keep hugging her?
He settles on a kind of compromise, patting her back a little awkwardly as he loosens his grip as well, attempting to pull away from her. Not unkindly, this is just something he hasn't had much exposure to. But he's not sure she's ready to let go just yet.]
...it's ok, it's not that. I'm just not used to them.
[She lets him pull away, not minding the awkwardness of the movement. She lets go too, now that she feels a little reassured that he's still there.]
Oh. That's kinda sad--hugs're nice. Least I like them. [She folds her arms under the long frontpiece of her cloak. It's still February out.] You weren't out here all this time, were you?
[As she lets him go he bends down to pick up his notebook, shrugging a little.]
They're ok. [As far as he's been able to work out, they mean 'friends.' As such, he's... happy when his friends hug him. Or at least, he's not un happy... it's hard to work out just what he feels about hugs, actually. He just tends to accept them when Sniper, and now Krile it seems, give them to him.
He shivers suddenly, her words reminding him that yes, it's cold out here.] ...guess I lost track of the time. Wanna come in?
[Hugs are pretty simple for Krile even when she's her normal age: they're nice and she likes them. But she's usually more careful, knowing that some people don't like being affectionate.]
Yeah. I don't want you to get sick.
[She takes his hand almost automatically and then lets go, remembering how awkward he was about the hug.]
[He nods, and kind of pats at her hand, awkwardly--he's just as glad she's changed her mind about holding his hand, though he probably wouldn't have done anything about it if she'd held on.
He wants to say he doesn't get sick. Then again, it's just a feeling (if a strong one) and he hasn't really known himself even a year, yet. Besides, being in a child's body no doubt changes things.
He pushes open the door to the spa, then leads the way down the hall to the little kitchen area. It's less personal than his room, and he can offer her drinks here.
Speaking of, he pulls open the fridge to see what they have on hand.]
You can sit at the table, if you want. Uhm... we've got milk, juice... or I could make us some tea? [The only other drink items in the fridge are alcoholic, and he doesn't think she drinks beer in her normal body, anyway.]
[She rubs her hands up and down her arms to warm up as she follows after him. Normally she'd look around curiously as she hasn't been in the Spa since it was rebuilt after the Fire. Right now, she just keeps her eyes on Cloud until they reach the kitchen.]
Milk's is okay.
[She isn't sure he should be attempting tea when he's smaller. She manages to tug a chair out and climbs onto it, still watching him. If she was tall enough to reach anything she'd help get stuff, but she's not.]
[Actually, he can manage things like the stove pretty well, thanks to Gai bringing him a stool. But if she doesn't want tea... he grabs two glasses from the counter, where a variety of things have been left in deference to his height, and manages to pour her a glass of milk and himself a glass of orange juice without spilling anything.
Carefully sliding the glasses onto the table, he climbs on a chair across from her and claims his glass.]
You okay? [Wait, no, that was stupid. He looks down at his glass.] ...I mean... do you want to talk about it?
[She picks up the glass of milk in both hands, mumbling thanks before taking a gulp. She stares into the glass for a moment without really looking at it before she answers his question.]
I dunno. I mean--I dunno what to say. She's gone. [Her voice cracks a little.] And we don't know if she's home safe or somewhere--in some place that there's nothing. Or worse, even.
...we can't know any of that for sure. [She's been in Edensphere so long. Lost so many people... of course, that was true of just about everyone he spoke to who was 'older' than he was. But he still tended to think of her as a child, and it was somehow more painful that a child had to go through this kind of thing.
The fact that she was currently even smaller than usual didn't help.]
I'm not sure if I can be any help. But... it's probably better to assume she's gone home. [And maybe that was some kind of self-delusion. But it was better than worrying yourself sick over something you couldn't possibly change.]
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[Though Cloud isn't certain when Krile was planning on coming down, almost immediately after he finishes writing the comment he grabs a notebook and heads outside. There's a place just outside the Spa he can sit, and a good view of both some plants he wants to try drawing and the path that leads up to the Spa. His current body wasn't nearly as good at drawing or even writing, the childish muscles having a harder time holding the brush, and so he had taken to practicing whenever he had the time.
When Krile comes up the path she'll see a white-haired boy staring with great concentration at a fern.]
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...Huh. Cloud looks exactly the same. Except for height. What's he doing, anyway?]
Hi Cloud.
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Cloud glances up at the sound of someone calling his name, and blinks to see a young girl with blonde hair standing there, holding a hat. Since he's only expecting one person, and actually only *knows* one blonde woman... he shuts the notebook, standing up quickly. It's probably Krile, but she doesn't look so great.]
Krile? Hi.
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Hi.
[She knows she said that already, but isn't sure what else to say. But if nothing else, Cloud being smaller makes him easier to hug, which she does now.]
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So he carefully wraps his arms around her too, a bit awkwardly, and just... kind of holds her, waiting for her to be ready to let go.
Hugs from Sniper are rough and hard, for the most part. They all seem to be part of that 'friends hit each other' thing Sniper believed in. This hug is different... he isn't sure how to describe it.
But it's warm.]
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She's not crying, not anymore--she got most of her tears out with Mr. Vimes, at least for now. But she still feels weary inside. And Cloud seems content just to hold onto her indefinitely.
After a time she loosens her hug a little.]
...thanks. Sorry. You prob'ly don't like hugs too much.
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He settles on a kind of compromise, patting her back a little awkwardly as he loosens his grip as well, attempting to pull away from her. Not unkindly, this is just something he hasn't had much exposure to. But he's not sure she's ready to let go just yet.]
...it's ok, it's not that. I'm just not used to them.
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Oh. That's kinda sad--hugs're nice. Least I like them. [She folds her arms under the long frontpiece of her cloak. It's still February out.] You weren't out here all this time, were you?
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They're ok. [As far as he's been able to work out, they mean 'friends.' As such, he's... happy when his friends hug him. Or at least, he's not un happy... it's hard to work out just what he feels about hugs, actually. He just tends to accept them when Sniper, and now Krile it seems, give them to him.
He shivers suddenly, her words reminding him that yes, it's cold out here.] ...guess I lost track of the time. Wanna come in?
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Yeah. I don't want you to get sick.
[She takes his hand almost automatically and then lets go, remembering how awkward he was about the hug.]
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He wants to say he doesn't get sick. Then again, it's just a feeling (if a strong one) and he hasn't really known himself even a year, yet. Besides, being in a child's body no doubt changes things.
He pushes open the door to the spa, then leads the way down the hall to the little kitchen area. It's less personal than his room, and he can offer her drinks here.
Speaking of, he pulls open the fridge to see what they have on hand.]
You can sit at the table, if you want. Uhm... we've got milk, juice... or I could make us some tea? [The only other drink items in the fridge are alcoholic, and he doesn't think she drinks beer in her normal body, anyway.]
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Milk's is okay.
[She isn't sure he should be attempting tea when he's smaller. She manages to tug a chair out and climbs onto it, still watching him. If she was tall enough to reach anything she'd help get stuff, but she's not.]
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Carefully sliding the glasses onto the table, he climbs on a chair across from her and claims his glass.]
You okay? [Wait, no, that was stupid. He looks down at his glass.] ...I mean... do you want to talk about it?
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I dunno. I mean--I dunno what to say. She's gone. [Her voice cracks a little.] And we don't know if she's home safe or somewhere--in some place that there's nothing. Or worse, even.
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...we can't know any of that for sure. [She's been in Edensphere so long. Lost so many people... of course, that was true of just about everyone he spoke to who was 'older' than he was. But he still tended to think of her as a child, and it was somehow more painful that a child had to go through this kind of thing.
The fact that she was currently even smaller than usual didn't help.]
I'm not sure if I can be any help. But... it's probably better to assume she's gone home. [And maybe that was some kind of self-delusion. But it was better than worrying yourself sick over something you couldn't possibly change.]
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