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[inhumandog]

Why...why would you wander about in those hideous clothes? [He pauses for a moment, his breathing a bit heavy as he really doesn't like this type of cold.]

This is utterly ridiculous. What's the point of wandering around a marketplace? [No, Iago  doesn't get that it's pretty. There's a sigh of annoyance and he cuts the transmission off, certain that

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[heavenonthemind]

[Judas, after his usual morning business and after talking with Sexby, had needed something. He didn't know what he needed, but it was something deep in his soul that he couldn't quite explain; an absence that still couldn't be filled. So, before he knew it, he found himself in the second floor common room, his thick christmas sweater on, despite his general refusal to enjoy even the slightest part of Christmas. At the sound of an all too familiar voice, the Apostle looked over, almost horrified as the soldier sat down. Almost instantly, he scooted away as far as he could from the man while still remaining on the couch.]

I... what are...

[Alright, time to get those emotions in check now. He swallows and takes a deep breath, effectively shutting down anything that might have shown in his face.]

I'll leave if you need me to.

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[inhumandog]

[Iago shook his head, letting Judas move without incident, and then looking down slightly. He had not even touched the hideous apparel that the Admiral had given them. No, he was wearing his jeans and classy long sleeved shirt, as usual. He would put on his coat before they left, though.]

No, Judas. If I wanted to be alone, I would not have entered in the first place. [He pulled a foot up and over his knee, lounging back on the couch easily.]

I was hoping that you would be here.

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[heavenonthemind]

[Judas shifted a little uneasily but stared over at Iago, taking in the soldier's appearance. It had been weeks since he'd seen him, and only to give him cigarettes. The Apostle didn't like that response anymore than a simple "go away."]

Am I allowed to ask why?

[He's more than sure that that answer is no. He's supposed to guess or be able to read Iago's mind and know exactly what he's thinking despite a complete lack of outward signs.]

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[inhumandog]

[The soldier laughed easily, seemingly quite at ease with the situation. Truthfully, he was not really liking this at all. But something had to give. He couldn't continue to ignore him or use him without something falling through completely. And he was about to fall through.]

There...is no reason. [He seemed somewhat confused for the answer.] I simply did. [He looked to the blank television and then linked his fingers together in his lap.]

And I'm not your master, Judas. There's no reason to ask permission from me.

[impure_tale]

Not just any marketplace, my treasure. A Weinachtenmarkt. There were such things even when I was alive, though I never had the chance to visit one myself -- even when I was free tradition had me often close to home at this time of year. I myself am eager to see what a few centuries does to improve such things.

Now, bundle up. Renate is eager for her first outing.

[inhumandog]

Fine. But I'm not wearing...whatever these garments are. I will tolerate the coat and gloves, but the rest will not be worn. [Yes, he's determined to be grumpy.]

You are bringing Renate?

[impure_tale]

Of course I'm bringing her. I think she'll enjoy the festivities and the exercise as much as anyone, and she can't be kept cooped up on that ship forever, just as we cannot.

I'm not wearing my sweater either, as I already have clothing suitable for the cold and they don't suffer from poor color coordination.

[inhumandog]

I don't know why he bothers. But fine. I will be ready in ten minutes.